The Millennial Reincarnations: A Novel

by Daniel Mark Harrison

  They both laughed heavily and snored up another line of cocaine, and Taylor began to explain.

  “So, whatever you heard about Sofia getting caught up in all this narcotic shit – it was worse than that,” he said. “Way worse.”

  Jace walked over to the drinks cabinet and poured three large snifter glasses of 32 year-old Oban. He handed one over to Taylor and sat down, making himself comfy again, hanging his legs over the armrest of the couch that faced the desk.

  “It was pretty obvious that the story about Sofia going away for reasons of her promotion at Theo Farrell was just basic face-saving – I mean; everyone could see that. But it was more than mere face-saving. The family was blackmailed,” said Taylor.

  “Did Chanel tell you that?”

  “No, she didn’t say a thing. But the night that it happened, I was with her, and I heard her talking on the phone. I’d just gotten back from Tokyo that night to this disconomics mess I was running you through, so I was pretty whacked. Anyway, at the start she kept taking all the calls to Dame Ming-hua outside, but eventually I pretended to play it like I was fast asleep, and so eventually she just took to talking to her beside me. It appears as if Sofia was involved in some sort of orgy with a couple of our boys.” Taylor let that sink in momentarily.

  “That’s right, bro, with our boys. I know that ’because they kept mentioning all the names of our crew; Mason, Konrad – not Goldbug, apparently, cause you know he was going’ out with her, kinda, and not me either, since I’d been all month long in Japan … I think your name was brought up at one point as well –”

  “Bro, I didn’t do fuckin’ shit, I swear,” said Jace, jumping up from his chair, practically spitting.

  “I know, I know. I don’t think you were in the running that seriously. In fact – nobody was, ’cause the truth is, neither of ’em had a clue. It was, just, you know, a girl and her Ma trying to figure out who had engaged in this weird sex game with their cousin and niece, and who was now set on exploiting the Zhengs mercilessly for it.”

  “But I don’t get what that had to do with this new girl –”

  “Just listen,” said Taylor. “So apparently this sex game – and it sounded like it was a sex game gone wrong, like some kinda perverse, I dunno; like a sex game that turned into a rape or something like that … apparently whoever was doing it recorded the whole thing. They sent it to Dame Ming-hua: can you believe that?”

  “Fuckin’ sickos,” said Jace. “And to think it’s someone in our crew –”

  “Well it has to be, yeah, when you think about it. You know that Sofia would never do something’ like that with a total stranger. Wasn’t her style.”

  “Nah, not at all. She did some crazy shit but only with the boys she grew up with here, that’s true.”

  “Anyway, so whoever it is who took this sick game too far, they sent it to Dame Ming-hua. All of it like, on an MP4 file. And they demanded two things: one, that Sofia resigns her position in the sorority and leave the country immediately. As in twenty-four hours immediately sort of thing. And then that they pay some kind of ransom, although I didn’t catch how much that was for.”

  Jace said, “Jeeeeesus, whoever it is must REALLY hate the Zhengs some! Or be hard up in a MAJOR way. Hey Tape – sure it wasn’t you!?” He smiled.

  Taylor balled a fist at Jace mockingly. “Well, whoever it is must be a fuckin’ whack job too, since it’s not like they’re not gonna get to the bottom of this, eventually, given all their Party connections.

  “But I have my own theory on this. If you look at the facts, Dame Ming-hua sends her out the country pronto and the communists install Chanel in Sofia’s old position. Apparently though according to my Dad the committee who appoints the Dame of the sorority were all pretty annoyed at Sofia for focusing the sorority on being nothing’ more than some kind of ‘Sofia show,’ so to speak, rather than being a more diverse, multinational Chinese high-society thing. They thought she was getting too much press and not givin’ back enough to the society itself.”

  “Do you think it could be the communist party itself then behind this?” asked Jace.

  “My Dad certainly thinks it’s a possibility, at least from what I told him of what I knew, and what he knows of the locals up in Beijing and their feelings about it all.”

  “Well, that narrows the focus group down,” said Jace. “There’s Mason and Konrad, really. They’re the ones who’re most connected at the party level I would say.”

  “Exactly. And who is Mason’s step-sister?”

  It clicked. “You think Lixue Lai was behind this then? What reason does she have to do it though? She’s nowhere now – in fact, she got axed!”

  “That’s what is puzzling about all this. But either way, it doesn’t add to the communist’s case that immediately once the new Dame of the sorority is installed, this girl – whatshername –”

  “Milana –”

  “That’s it, Milana – she gets suddenly installed. Just like they asked for originally: more multinational approach etcetera, etcetera. Now, the other night Chanel tells me that it was Dame Ming-hua who originally suggested the American girl to her.”

  “So?”

  “So, I think if it’s anyone inside the party, then, scary as it is to say, the Great Dane Ming-hua itself seems to be a prime suspect. Either it’s her, or it’s Lixue Lai getting into some kind of scandalous tryst with Sofia, which is a possibility. You know she was having a thing with her – on and off. She’s lesbian, I think –”

  “She’s just weird, that girl Lixue Lai, just plain weird –”

  “Yeah, well, while that may be so, don’t count out Dame Ming-hua just yet. Seriously. Although she gets her family name whipped about a bit, think about it: her daughter – as opposed to her niece – is now sorority Dame, her initiatives are taking shape, she after all has the power and the connections to set something like this up. And yet, when it’s all said and done, she comes off looking like some sort of hero with the communists for saving them a nuclear-scale embarrassment.”

  Jace stared at his snifter glass, and drowned his whisky.

  “Fuckin’ party politics,” he said at last. “It’s dirtier than disconomics!”

  Ω

  “Now, on to the sorority rules,” said Chanel. “First of all, there have been no changes to the rules that were put in place by the first women to found this sorority three decades ago.

  “For those who are uninitiated in the rules, they are as follows:

  “First: a girl must be no younger than sixteen years of age to become a member, and no older than twenty-five. On her twenty-fifth birthday, she must step aside to make way for new blood. I’m delighted to say that currently, at an average of just over seventeen and a half years old, we have the lowest average age of any sorority since 1975.”

  The sixteen year olds looked at each other with rueful sideways glances.

  “Second: to become a First Lady, Second Lady or a Dame,” Chanel’s gaze fell upon Jasmine and Milana, “a girl must be a minimum of eighteen years old. Milana: you are the sorority’s youngest Second Lady since myself, and only the third Second Lady in the sorority’s history to be nominated at eighteen years old.”

  The girls gave a little clap at this, and Milana felt her cheeks burn a bit. “Who was the other one?” she asked, but Chanel just smiled at her and continued.

  “Third: absolutely no drug taking by any sorority sister. This is serious: if I find a single one of you caught up in this, I will have no qualms in expelling you from the sorority immediately.

  “Fourth: all Maidens – that is, those who are not Ladies or a Dame – are to serve their Ladies and Dame at all times with whatever task is commanded of them. The sorority is a strict hierarchical culture, and discipline of this nature is expected and demanded. The Dame and her Ladies may also be referred to by each other and by their Maidens in order of this hierarchy: so, I may be known to you as Sister Number One, Jasmine –” continued Chanel, “may be known to a
ll of us as Sister Number Two, and Milana – our white devil sister, is Sister Number Three.

  “Fifth: all girls must be virgins as of the date of admittance to the sorority.

  “Sixth: no girl admitted to the sorority may engage in a crime that is contrary to the law in the People’s Republic of China.

  Seventh: every girl admitted to the sorority must attend both biannual meetings of the sorority, and at least half of the sorority social events. This meeting counts as our first biannual meeting this year.

  “Eighth: There shall only ever be eight girls in the sorority at any one time, constituted of one Dame, two Ladies – parted into First Lady and Second Lady – and five younger girls, the Maidens. The Dame shall be hereafter known as Ma’am or Dame, and continue to be known as Dame upon her retirement from the sorority. The Ladies shall hereafter be known as Ladies, during their tenure within the sorority and forever after, or as First Lady or as Second Lady, accordingly. The Maidens shall likewise be known as such under similar conditions. The Ladies and the Maidens may be known by the second name of their Dame’s family name if they so wish: so, Milana,” said Chanel helpfully, pointing directly at her, “you may if you wish go by the name of Lady Zheng or Second Lady Zheng. Needless, to say, this is an enormous privilege and grants you an unprecedented level of mianzi, especially as an American.”

  “Thank you,” mouthed Milana quietly, to which Chanel nodded curtly, and smiled.

  “These final conditions of title hold for all newsprint, television, and public society. It is the reserved right of every Maiden, Lady or Dame not so addressed in public in this way to file civil action against the offending party, as upheld by the committee of the sorority, a part of the Communist Party of the People’s Republic of China, in Beijing.

  “Are all those rules clear and transparent, including the associated rights and privileges with which they come?”

  A loud “yes, Ma’am!” arose from the chorus of the seven girls.

  “These rules are comprehensive enough for the most part, which means that I have only added one rule that is designed to keep the sorority from destroying itself over the passage of time.

  “You might ask, ‘why would the sorority destroy itself, if, as you say, we are in this age of apparent feminist liberalization?’ My answer to that is none other than that it is the fact that we are in this age of feminist liberalization that is the necessity for such regulatory adaption. Like I said, we are in an era where women are becoming free – both in terms of prospects but more importantly, in terms of mentality – to challenge men and in turn to challenge each other for pole position. This doesn’t always serve us – not as women – but rather as human beings, to the best of our possibilities, especially in our hierarchical Asian cultures, where respect for and observance of title is traditionally much prized.

  “In terms of the New Rule, this we will make sure is carried out here, in my bedroom, in due course.

  “The rule is not so much a rule within itself – it is not a ninth rule in other words. Rather it is an extension to the fifth rule – the one that stipulates that every sister must upon entry be a virgin.

  “Incidentally, with regards to that rule – I almost forgot. For those of you whom I – and in a few cases, Jasmine too – have fingered before admitting to the sorority, mostly it was for the reason that I wanted to feel for myself that you truly passed this requirement. A virgin betrays very specific cues. She will often wince where a non-virgin will not upon entry; she will equally freeze, as opposed to wiggle around upon the finger once it’s inside her. She’ll gasp and seem to be in a semi-conscious state for a little while after the finger fucking has taken place. Every one of you here betrayed one of these – and a number of other – crucial characteristics upon being fingered. This determined your virginity satisfactorily, thus there is no additional burden of proof required of you in this respect.”

  “Amazing,” whispered Milana under her breath. She had thought no one heard her, but Chanel picked up on the exclamation.

  “Yes, there are a great many things about the female body that are truly amazing. For instance, do you know that two women – with two eggs – can genetically yield a child, without the need for sperm? We have our most private laboratories here working on this now. It’s an interesting concept, since a feminized society is inherently likely to be more peaceful, stable and long lasting than a masculinized one. In America, where religion gets in the way, I believe –” Chanel looked to Milana for confirmation, and so she nodded by way of return, “this is a known fact, but the potential of such advances of this type suffer as a result of a considerably inappropriate lack of funding due to the chauvinistic and mythological ideal of woman stemming from a man out of God’s – then man’s own – biological creation. In China, we have no such qualms: merely the desire to produce the most efficient, peaceful, harmonious and wealthy society in the world, centuries into the future.

  “So – to the new rule, which is an extension of rule five. At the point of formation of the sorority, one girl of the incoming members will be required to surrender her trust entirely to her Dame; she will do this by making a recording of her masturbating –”

  A loud gasp went through the room, this time followed by a little chatter among the sisters.

  “She will give this video on a digital file of course to her Dame’s First Lady for safe-keeping. In this way, a Dame can be sure of her sisters’ subservience and loyalty all of the time since she has ultimate control, in a sense. This control is put in place to remind the Dame equally of her commitment to her younger sisters – for she has total power over their mianzi; the power to ruin it, or the power to safeguard it.”

  Jasmine piped up first, fearing for her own mandatory offer to participate in this weird new rule. As the First Lady, and an incoming member, it ought to have been her.

  “I think you ought to –”

  “These are the rules,” Chanel cut her off. “Now, there is no reason why we ought not to do this tonight, don’t you think?”

  But instead of being shy, by now, surrounded by a group of girls who reminded her most of all of her sister – who were, in essence – her sisters, Milana’s pussy was flooding into her panties.

  Ω

  “Who will it be?” asked Chanel, matter-of-factly.

  Jasmine didn’t even offer to participate and the younger girls scorned her slightly for that, including her own sister Leticia. They were of course, afraid for themselves. It wasn’t stated, but everyone assumed that Milana was pretty much free from the final requirement for some reason, being the only white girl.

  But the more she looked at their pitiful expressions, the more she felt deeply sorry for the younger girls, who would no doubt be the most afraid of the ridicule that followed in offering themselves up to the task, and since Jasmine was just too plain thunderstruck and scared to make the move required of her, even, felt Milana, expected of her by Chanel, she saw no alternative but to be the one to make the offering.

  “I’ll do it. I mean – I’m kind of wet already just thinking about it. Y-you’re all so … I don’t know, so cute!” she said, smiling at the younger girls. Nervously, but gratefully, they smiled back at her.

  Chanel gave Milana a warm, encouraging smile. She seemed not so much surprised by Milana’s bravery as she was deeply disappointed in Jasmine’s reluctant cowardice, Milana thought. Diligently, two of the younger girls set up a little digital video camera facing one of the couches, and so she went over and lay herself down there.

  It was actually much easier that it appeared, for after a couple minutes of wriggling around on her seat, Milana couldn’t take it anymore enough to simply sit still and ignore it.

  Her clit was itching and throbbing so hard that her pussy felt like it was going to soak through to her dress. Her panties had that familiar, sticky warmth of female cum building in them, except that it felt this time as if she might have peed herself, such was the extent of the wetness dripping out of her. S
he couldn’t be sure; maybe that was what was happening.

  She felt an urge to do something about it down there; her groin felt strangely compressed and squeezed on the inside. It was a nice feeling, but it was much more intense than she was used to. Every squeeze of her legs made her whole body contract with the slight pressure it applied to her clit.

  As her mind steered her constantly towards the many irrepressible images of Lora fingering herself off under her skirt, the throbbing of her clit turned to an ache. She began slowly to deflect the fantasies she had about Lora onto the other girls in the sorority – her new sisters.

  Leticia Overbagh sat there watching her, taller than the others as a result of her post-pubescent growth-spurt, her long, brown hair tumbling down her back, her eyes wide and watery and fascinated in what she was witnessing in front of her.

  Crystal, Jingfei and Biyou, and Ai An, the child star, all Chinese, equally enthralled, moving their heels underneath their clitorises and against their panties now, their cheeks reddening and their small chests heaving under their cocktail dresses.

  Milana pushed herself into her seat, propping a finger up underneath her skirt, trying to rub her wet, erect clit against the damp fabric of her panties, just to get a little relief and make the thrum-thrum-thrumming subside. She opened her legs wide, facing both the camera and the Maidens head-on.

  Milana pressed her fingers up against her clitoris in a whirring circular motion and breathed in deeply. She closed her eyes, pinching her left nipple tightly. She imagined Lora doing the same thing as her now, her panties bearing the same damp stain across the crotch of her panties in the same way.

  Her finger rubbed more determinedly over her clit in circles, over and over in sustained rounds of pleasurable agony.

  She tried to hold back a little to increase the intensity of the orgasm, playing, circling, caressing, jabbing slightly into her moist pussy and then jolting herself back from the brink, playing, holding back, jabbing, holding back again. Once again, that sharp pressure from inside her pussy only mounted up.