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Ling sat before the mirror in the bathroom sobbing. She pulled the
comb through her hair and despite a lengthy shower still found the comb
pulling bits of shit from her hair. "What a worthless person..." she
said to herself. "You are lower than an eater of garbage now. You are an
eater of human wastes." Her eyes cast down at the beautiful clothes laid
out for her choice of things to wear. "At least I now look like the
princess in my dreams." she consoled herself. But the hard job lay ahead
of her. She must now go and recruit other girls her age, seduce them
with money, bring them here for Lady Anne to reduce to as low a person
as Ling had become. Ling blushed at the though. How would she admit to
her friends that her knew found wealth came at such a price? And if they
too were seduced by the money, would she not be guilty as Lady Anne of
their dishonor?

    Ling steeled her nerve. Dressing in the richest gown of highest
value of the six laid out for her, she left the bathroom to join Lady
Anne for Breakfast, which was being served in the drawing room of the
Hotel suite.

   "You are looking much refreshed." Anne mused. "Feel better now that
you are `clean" again?"

  "Ling not clean in here." The young girl pointed to her heart. "Ling
is as you call..toilet girl now. Always unclean, always dishonored."

   Anne munched casually on a bit of roast pork on her gilded plate. "Oh
well, you look a hell of a lot better than when I found you yesterday
begging in the gutter. I suggest you learn to live with guilt. Its good
for your bottom line."

   Ling didn't know what that meant, but she guessed at the callousness
of Anne's tone, it meant get to work and don't complain. Ling rose
without eating any of the food laid out before her.
"Ling go now to find more girls for Lady Anne. This Ling's place. This 
Ling's new face. Ling is girl agent for Great lady Anne. Ling must
honor."

   Ling was shown to the hotel lobby by the same 16 year old maid that
the previous evening had served Lady Anne's sexual needs.
 
  "I am Quan." The teen told Ling as they descended in the elevator.
"You are hired by the American? She pays well and treats well, but takes
away all dignity" She spoke in the Asian language both girls knew. "I
too have lost face. I am now little more than a whore."

  Ling hardened her eyes at the familiarity of this woman still in a
maid uniform, to speak such to Ling  who now was a hotel guest. "Mind
your tongue and save it for the private parts of Lady Anne!" Ling
snapped. "I have no interest in discussing your business arrangements. I
have my own yoke to bear."

  The elevator opened and Ling walked briskly across the lobby of the
hotel, her face crimson. She wondered how much of the staff already knew
what she had done this morning. Probably all of them. The door man
smiled politely and opened the entry, the same man who the day before
had insulted her as she begged for money. The staff may find the little
girl lowest of the low, but they were showing her the respect only money
can buy.

  A cab was standing by ready to escort Ling wherever she wanted to go.
Anne had arranged an all day driver. The man stood by the cab door
bowing to Ling. "Good Morning Lady Miss." he spoke politely. "Where does
the Lady wish to be taken today?"

  Ling sat in the back seat as the driver pulled away into the traffic,
honking and being honked at in the busy chaotic streets. "Take me to
Lapianao." Ling said distinctly, trying out her new power. At least this
job had it's perks.

   Lapianao was the squatter section of the city near the dump where the
poorest of the poor scratched out subsistence; begging, scrounging for
refuse, or in many cases the dens of nefarious criminal activities such
as  pick pockets, murder for hire, and prostitutes. This was also where
Ling lived. As the taxi came to a stop along the narrow alley of
cardboard and tac hovels, the stand-bys began to gather around in
curiosity to see who was coming to visit this place of last resort.
   
Ling stepped from the cab, which remanded idling, awaiting her next
destination. The driver eyed the locals suspiciously lest one rob him or
steal the tires while his back was turned for 30 seconds.

   "Look!" The murmur went up. "Its Ling Ang! Look how she is dressed!
She comes in a cab!" the entire grapevine network of whispers went into
motion and within 2 minutes everyone with a 12 block radius knew that
the little orphan beggar had returned mysteriously wealthy.

  Ling didn't answer the barrage of questioned posed her by the
stand-bys. She ignored the stares and the sudden flurry of attention.
She turned instead to her friend Swe, a 10 year old beggar girl of
similar circumstance to herself. "Swe, go and find girls for me between
6 and 12, none yet in bloom of womanhood. You come too. Meet me at the
Jeein Kitchen at noon time. I buy lunch for 20 girls and offer you a
chance of a lifetime. Tell none of these standbys. I want us beggar
girls alone. None other may hear." Ling whispered in her ear. "And only
ask girls who are pretty."

   Ling got back into the cab and pulled away. In her mind she saw Swe
going to the others like herself whispering her words. How the Lapiano
neighborhood must be bursting with envy and curiosity. By not saying
what was going on her reputation was at least for now salvaged. The
rumors would go on for some time but none would guess the truth of it.

  The cab pulled up in front of the Jeein Kitchen. This was a restaurant
in the slightly less ratty section of town, that many beggar children
came to for table scraps. The owner was a bit kinder than many other of
his class. He made more of an effort to give the children who came to
him food without treating them like dogs. Still, he could ill afford to
be totally charitable. The want and need in this country would soon
bankrupt him is the ensuing crush of begging hands.

   Ling walked into the front door, more accustomed to going to the
back, Jeein stood there bowing to the obviously wealthy patron, though
only a little girl.

  "Jeein, it is me, Ling Ang." She said.

  "Ling? The girl who comes with her friends to the backdoor? What has
become of you? Did you find a rich uncle?" the Old man opened his eyes
widely in surprise.

  "You could say that." Ling downcast her eyes. "Jeein, I need to use
your back room for a meeting of the beggar girls who frequent your back
door. They are coming here for lunch. Naturally I will pay you in
advance. Its a private affair. You must leave the food for 20 on the
table, and make yourself away for our privacy. Its business."

  Jeein stared at the notes Ling pulled from her sequined purse.. "The
reservation is done." He bowed politely. He turned and began shouting
orders to his cooks and serving staff to prepare a banquet for twenty in
the back room.

   Ling sat at the large table prepared for her guests. The food was
rice, stir fry fish and pork, noodles and squid. The drink was coconut
juice and other tropical fruit juices. At noon the door opened to the
prepared conference and Swe entered with another 19 girls. Just as
requested they were all in rags, dirty, preteen and pretty girls. They
stared about wide eyed in the wonder of this mystery..

  Taking their seats the children fell on the food greedily. Curiosity
aside, they were all very hungry first. "What is going on Ling?" Swe
said through gulps of food. "You have created a fury at Lapiano. They
are saying you found the lost golden statue of Buddha."

  "Finish your food first, then I will speak." Ling said. Her heart was
racing. Now the other shoe must drop. She must admit to these girls how
she earned this money. There was no way to lie about it and secure their
help.

  As the meal concluded and the girls sat back their bellies fuller than
they had been in months, they all gave praise to their hostess. Ling the
great lady, Ling the generous, Ling the wise.

  Ling stood, bowing low. The girls hushed their chatter. "My friends, I
am none of these things. I am Ling, lowest of the low, Ling less than a
beggar, Ling who sold her soul."

  "No, No!" came the protests.

  "Yes it is true." Ling continued. "I have been hired and stand to
become quite rich it is true, but at a price that loses all face for me.
I am a toilet girl."

  "What in the name of the Ghosts of our fathers is a toilet girl?" Swe
asked.

    Ling stood up and climbed onto her chair. From her purse she
withdrew a hand full of local currency and threw it out over the table.
The girls quickly grabbed it gleefully. Had their attention already not
been riveted it certainly was now.

  "I have been given the chance to earn a vast fortune. It is my job to
do my Mistresses bidding. She bids that I find 20 girls my age willing
to also earn a fortune for two weeks work. I have selected you my
friends."

  There was much gleeful chatter and bowing and thanks.

  "But wait." Ling continued. "Before you agree, this is what you must
do." Ling, still standing on her chair turned round, lifted her silk
skirt and slowly lowered her cotton white panties. The room became
immediately silent as Ling squatted and began to shit on her own dinner
plate.

  The children, were shocked into stone silence. The only sound was that
of the shit slipping slowly from Ling's rear end and plopping on the
dish. As Ling finished the last poot, she pulled up her underwear
without wiping, lowered her skirt and sat back at the table. Taking her
chop sticks she lifted the still wet blob of crap and placed it to her
mouth, taking a bite. Her eyes looked out at the others, all frozen like
so many human waxworks. As she swallowed the vile morsel, she again
spoke.

  "Lady Anne will pay $1000 American dollars to any girl here present
who agrees to become a toilet girl for her movie. It is disgusting and
it is humiliating work. But it is a greater fortune than you can earn in
a dozen years of begging."

  The murmur of quiet whispers filled the room. "Did you say $1000
American? Can this woman be trusted? Does eating filth hurt you? Does it
taste bad as it smells?" and similar questions. peppered Ling.

  Ling stood putting her hands in the air. "Any who agrees must now
prove their intention. If you want this job, do as I do. Stand in your
chair and make shit on your plate. I will not bring a girl to Lady Anne
who will change her mind at the last minute. I need to fulfill the
conditions of my contract."

  Swe was the first to stand upon her chair. "For that money, I too will
give myself this disrespect." She turned raising her ragged hem exposing
a pair of very soiled dirty panties already full of holes. Lowing them
to her knees, Swe squatted over her plate and began to push. All stared
as her little anus began to pout outward, her round ass spreading with
her dirty hands. "Bloop!" a diarrhea spattered her plate and the two
girls on either side of her who gave a surprised yelp. Turning back Swe
made an expression of disgust, then cupped the runny movement in her
hands, taking it to her mouth and began to sip it...then drink the
slime. Taking her hands away, the brown dribble ran down her chin. She
looked up her face blushed in a deep crimson. "Do I get the job Ling?"

  "Yes." Ling couldn't look her friend in the eye. "Who else wants
this?"

  One by one the remaining girls rose in their chairs. For the next
several minutes the sounds and smells of shit permeated the air as the
little girls crapped on their plates. Most splattered from their poor
diet, some made slightly less firm pastes, but all made a stench that
was ungodly. The shitting done the little girls turned to face the meal
of disgrace. Some swallowed the shit with a degree of ease, others
wretched it back, a couple vomited outright. Every girl made the
attempt. Every girl that day became a disgusting shit eating little
whore.

  "Please to lick clean all of the shit." Ling instructed. "We must
respect our host who lends this room for our business. Leave no trace."

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