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		FOREIGN AFFAIR
                          (Part Two)
          		          by Ann Douglas


	Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her
own magic on Mariko's garden.  The older woman
mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her
by the back of the head and matched the white
woman's rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis. 
Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready
tongue.
	Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began
to rock with a series of mini-orgasms.  Amanda was
determined to give as good as she had received. 
	Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire
Japanese.  So rapid was her speech, burst of words
between gasps, that Amanda would've been hard
pressed to understand her if she knew the language.
	Finally, with hand motions, she made
Amanda understand that she wanted something in
the night table.  Rolling off her, Amanda slid open
the draw and reached inside.  Grasping a long slim
object, the American lifted it into the light.	
	Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't
simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two
inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly
crafted by an artist's hand.  Every line, every vein
had been recreated.  Amanda had seen a similar
object d'art in a museum.  If this was genuine, and
there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be
at least three hundred years old
	"Is this what you wanted?"  She asked as she
moved back to Mariko.
	"Hai!"  The Japanese woman replied as her
eyes opened wide. "Harigata!"
	"All right, what ever makes you happy." 
Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock
over Mariko's womanhood.
	It had been a long time since Amanda had
used a dildo on another woman.  She didn't use one 
herself and few of her lovers did either.  They were
usually the province of bisexual woman who still
enjoyed being penetrated.
	Smearing the head of the artifact with
Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned it's
head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With
a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata
inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips. 
Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it
forward two inches.  She repeated the gesture a
dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese
woman was good and lubricated.  
	Mariko had been calling out words of
encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese. 
Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was
afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman.  Then
in a quick movement  Mariko grabbed the base of
the harigata and pulled it within her.
	The cry of joy and look of rapture on her
face told Amanda that she was dealing with one
determined lady. So be it.  She grabbed hold of the
ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and
out of her host.  Amanda never understood other
women's obsession with being fucked.  She herself
had only one experience to compare it against
almost seven years before.  Watching the volley of
emotions running across Mariko's face as she
greeted each new thrust, Amanda wondered if
perhaps she was missing something.
	It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew
suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a
determination to hold off orgasm as long as she
could.  Amanda increased her powerful thrusts,
having added her tongue to the effort a short time
before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she
gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a
burst of passion.  Amanda continued her efforts,
trying to make it last as long as she could.  It seemed
like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent.
	Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the
harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy
film, the result of her efforts.  Unable to resist the
temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice
cream pop and began to lick it clean.
	Mariko laid there quietly, her body
exhausted.  Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed
and snuggled up against her.  The two women
embraced and Amanda smiled.  It wouldn't hurt just
to lay there for a little  while, she thought.
	
	
	The next thing Amanda knew, the room was
filled with sunlight from the overhead skylight.  It
was morning.  She looked to the other side of the
bed, only to find it empty.  
	"What time is it?"  Amanda asked herself as
she jumped up and looked for a clock. "How could I
have spent the night?  At least on the bright side, her
husband never came home."
	Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly
at the base of the bed, Amanda began to quickly
dress.  A chime from across the room drew her
attention from to a small clock on a dresser.
	"Nine O'clock!"  She exclaimed.  "The final
meeting is scheduled for ten.  I have to get out of
here."
	Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying
a tray with tea and a collection of small breakfast
pastries.  She was wearing a dark blue robe that was
loose enough to give a splendid view of her small
breasts.
	"Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?"  She asked as
she placed the tray on a small table.
	"I'm sorry, but I have to run."  Amanda
replied as she pulled on her shoes.  "I hope you
understand enough to know how incredibly special
last night was.  I'd stay if I could, but I have to try
and save what little is left of my career."
	With that she jumped up and started to head
for the door.  She paused just long enough to kiss
Mariko good-bye.
	"I really do want to thank you again."  She
said before reluctantly turning to leave.
	"Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman
said just before Amanda disappeared out the door.

	
	By the time Amanda made it back to her
room, showered and then changed, it was ten to ten. 
She arrived at the conference room only a few
minutes before the meeting was called to order.
	"Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the
breakfast meeting this morning."  Jim O'Rourke
whispered to her as she sat down next to him. "I told
him that you were ill but would be at this meeting in
time.  I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't"
	"Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it."  She
whispered back.
	Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at
the corporation.  Most of the men, and not a few of
the women had taken a long step away from her last
year when she had gone public with her lesbianism. 
Jim had stood fast, telling her that it was no ones
business who she shared her bed with.  
	The meeting progressed quickly. Every once
and a while, Wilson would send an angry glance in
her direction.  Finally, Mr. Hitanuma took the
podium and all eyes fell on him.
	As his speech progressed, it became obvious
that the trade deal had fallen through.  Amanda
could feel the other members of the delegation
moving away from her in spirit if not in fact.  They
all knew where the ax would fall.
	"I think that maybe you'd better distance
yourself as well, Jim."  She whispered to her friend.
"I'd hate to take you down with me."
	"Sorry love,"  Came the reply. "I don't work
like that."
	Amanda smiled.  If she could  have ever 
been interested in a man, Jim would've been a
perfect choice. He was definitely good people.
	The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson
made a beeline for Amanda. The look on his face
told it all.  He'd do whatever he had to do in order to
salvage his career, no matter what the cost to hers.
	"We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San
Francisco."  He said coldly.  "See if you can try and
be on time for that at least."
	With that he stormed out the door, followed
by all her associates except Jim.  None of them
would even make eye contact. 
	"I guess that's it then, so much for the short
great career of Amanda McIntyre."
	Jim muttered some words of encouragement
and started to head for the door.  Amanda was about
to follow when a familiar figure in the far right of the
room caught her attention.  Her face turned pale as
she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko Hitanuma. 
Had she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife?  Had
she wrecked the negotiations after all?
	"Jim,"  She said as she pulled him back into
the room.  "Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? 
Is that his wife?"
	Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across
the room and shook his head.  
	"Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious
wife get within a half mile of a business meeting.  No
Japanese husband would.  " Jim replied.  "That's
Mariko Takeshita!"  He added as if Amanda should
know the name.
	"Who?"  She said hesitantly.
	"Takeshita,"  He repeated.  "You really have
to pay more attention to  the briefings, and not just
those about corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is
the daughter of Kiyoshi Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi
Industries. "
	"Oh shit!"  Amanda said to herself. "I didn't
fuck the boss's wife, I fucked his daughter!"


	An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone
in her room packing.  In her mind she was reviewing
her options. There didn't seem to be many.
	"Too bad I'm not Japanese."  Amanda said to
herself.  "They have an old tradition here of seppuku
- ritual suicide."
	Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at
her own bad jokes, Amanda felt even more
depressed.  A soft knock on the door interrupted her
musings.
	"Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." 
She thought as she went to answer the door.  "No
one else wants anything to do with me."
	
	She was surprise when she opened the door.
Instead of finding the round middle aged Irishman
she expected , Amanda found herself standing face
to face with a beautiful young Japanese woman.
	"Ms. McIntyre."  The young woman said in
perfect English.  "My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm
the personal assistant to Mrs. Takeshita.  May I
speak with your for a few minutes?"
	"Of course."  Amanda stammered, unsure
what to make of this sudden appearance.
	The tall woman gracefully entered the room. 
Amanda put her age at about 22.  She had very short
black hair and a nearly classic figure.  In another
time and place, Amanda would've found herself
attracted to her.  For now, her hormones had gotten
her in enough trouble.
	"I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to
you about a matter that she feels needs explaining."
Tamiko began in a crisp clear tone.  "You are most
likely now aware of Mrs. Takeshita's relationship to
Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn Hiraizumi Industries."
	Amanda nodded accent, wondering where
this was leading.
	"What you may not be aware of, because it is
not greatly publicized, is that for the last two years,
Mrs. Takeshita has been operating as the de facto
Chief Operating Officer of Hiraizumi Industries. 
Mr. Hitanuma occupies the position on the board
due to the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman
in a position of authority, but the real power rests
with Mrs. Takeshita.  I wanted to make this clear to
you before I go on."
	"I understand, please continue."  Amanda
lied.  "What the fuck is going on here?"  She asked
herself.
	"The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson
were totally unacceptable."  Tamiko continued. "As
such, they were rejected.  Mrs. Takeshita is aware
that Mr. Wilson plans to place the blame for this
rejection on your shoulders.  In fact he has already
sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect."
	Amanda just continued to nod, wondering
where this was all going.
	"Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you
yourself drafted a series of alternate proposals.
Proposals  which she feels would provide the basis
for a new discussion of a possible trade agreement. 
This belief has also been wired to your CEO, along
with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a
disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be
placed in charge of such an important mission."
	"Wait a second......"  Amanda cut in.  "Those
proposals were never discussed outside this room. 
"How could anyone else know about them?"
	Tamiko hesitated for a few moments.  She
looked around the room as if searching for someone. 
Then she continued.
	"This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi
Industries."  She said quietly. "There is little that
occurs within it that escapes Mrs. Takeshita's
attention."
	"Damn!  The room is bugged!" Thought
Amanda as she repeated Tamiko's survey of the
room.  
	Amanda's face flushed red for a second as
she wondered if the surveillance was limited to audio
or included video.  Her thoughts were of the many
nights she'd laid naked atop the bed, masturbating
herself to orgasm.
	" Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that
all of these decisions were made prior to last night."  
The young lady continued, ignoring the signs of
Amanda's embarrassment.  "It is important to her
that you understand that these were all business
decisions, and had nothing to do with your, how
shall I put it, ....liaison with her last evening."
	"She told you about that?"  Amanda asked.
	"There was no need to tell me."  Tamiko
replied. "I have my own room in the penthouse, and
I was at home last evening.  Rest assured that what
happened between the two of you was a genuine
coincidence.  Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing
that you would be out on the terrace when she went
out for some night air."
	Amanda had a lot to absorb.  From what she
could tell, not only wasn't she going to get fired, it
was very likely that Wilson would.  Couldn't happen
to a nicer prick.  Yet right now she was wondering
something else.
	"Tell me, Tamiko,"  Amanda asked, her
voice now once again filled with confidence.  "Is it
only the Penthouse that you share with Mrs.
Takeshita?"
	Tamiko gave no reply, but from the
expression on her face, Amanda knew that this
beautiful young woman had also felt what it was like
to lay naked beneath the satin sheets of that colossal
bed. 	
	"Finally, I have been instructed to present
you with this."  She said as she held out a small
envelope.  "In light of these developments, we felt
that it would be somewhat awkward for you to
return to San Francisco with Mr. Wilson and his
fellows this evening.  Inside you will find a first class
ticket for tomorrow's  mid-morning flight to San
Francisco.  I hope this is to your satisfaction."
	"I guess another night here wouldn't be so
bad."  Amanda said.  She pretended not to notice
that Tamiko's references had changed from "Mrs.
Takeshita felt"  to "we felt" to "I hope".   
	"Wonderful!"  Tamiko beamed, her face
coming alive for the first time.  "I would hope that
since you will be staying this last night that you will
allow me to take you to dinner. Perhaps  I can show
you some of the Osaka night life you might have
missed staying in at night."
	"Definitely video."  Amanda said to herself
as she watched Tamiko's eyes light up when she
mentioned that Amanda had stayed in at night.  "I
wonder if I could get a copy of the tape as a
souvenir?"  
	"Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have
a problem with you and I....."
	"Most definitely not."  Tamiko interjected.
"In fact it was her suggestion that I ask you.  She
said that I would find knowing you a unique and
very rewarding experience."
	Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached
for her coat.  As they exited into the hall and
Amanda locked the door behind her, she turned to
Tamiko and asked.....
	"You don't happen to own a harigata, do
you?"


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