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Foreign Affair - 1 (ff)
by Ann Douglas
Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
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- Foreign Affair -
Part One
by Ann Douglas
(an309642@anon.penet.fi)
"God this is boring." Amanda McIntyre thought to
herself as she reached for another drink.
For the hundredth time, she cursed Jim Peterson for
getting sick two days before the trade delegation was to
leave for Osaka. Then she cursed her boss, Bill O'Hare who
had volunteered her to take Jim's place. Nine days in Japan
and she hadn't been included in any discussion of importance.
Every day they would hold meeting after meeting where
nothing was really accomplished. Then at night, the men on
both sides would go out and survey Osaka's night life. And
of course she wasn't included in this male-bonding ritual.
Never mind that it was during this hedonistic forays that
the real deals were made.
She had considered telling Bill to go to hell, but
then she'd be looking for a new job by now. Ever since she
had come out last year, Bill O'Hare had made no secret that
he didn't want that "dyke", as he always referred to her in
private, in his department. He never said or did anything
in public that Amanda could prove, but the signs were always
there.
Looking at her watch, the 24 year old blonde decided
she'd done her bit for the company and started to make for
the door. The cocktail party was already gearing down and she
knew she wouldn't be missed. Besides, the men were probably
already gearing up for their next pornographic excursion.
As she neared the door, she ran into Pete Wilson, the
head of their delegation. Her luck was really running in the
red today, Pete's view of her was only slightly less antagon-
istic than Bill O'Hara's.
"Leaving already?" The tall gray bearded man said.
"I have a little headache, I was going to lay down."
She lied.
"I see," Wilson said in a disapproving tone. "Well
I'm not surprised. It's not like you've been much of a team
player on this trip. When we go home tomorrow without the
trade agreement, I'm sure your lack of cooperation will be
noted."
"Lack of cooperation...?" She asked.
"That's what I said." He replied. "There's not a man
on our delegation that wouldn't put it all on the line to get
the Japs to sign. Yet when Hitanuma asked you out for drinks,
you insulted him by refusing. He's not the type of man who
forgives or forgets."
"Wait a second ,buster." Amanda shot back. "No way
you're going to pin this one on me. You've never even looked
at all the position papers I've submitted. If you did and
followed some of their advice, the people here at Hiraizumi
Industries might've been more willing to deal. If this
agreement falls through it's become of your hard nose non-
cooperative negotiation stand. Not because I wouldn't roll
over for Mr. Hitanuma. If you wanted a corporate whore, you
should've brought your secretary."
With that she turned and walked away. She could feel
his eyes burning into her back. Of course Wilson and the
others had already agreed to put the blame on her. They'd
report that if only she'd have been a little friendlier to
the Japs, they'd have gotten the agreement.
"I've been set up." Amanda noted. "It had all been
a set up." Jim Peterson had never been sick. It had all been
arraigned beforehand. If the mission went sore, it was all
that dyke's fault.
Her face flushed with anger as she reached the elevator.
"Well fuck them all." She said out loud as she hit the call
button. "I'm better off leaving this lousy job anyway."
Amanda took the elevator to the roof top gardens
instead of her room. She needed the night air to clear her
head. After about a half hour, she began to regret her earlier
outburst. She should've quit this job months ago, at least
then it would've been on her own terms. Now as a fired
employee, one which was blamed for the failure of a important
trade deal, her future prospects would be few.
Lost in thought, she hadn't heard the soft footsteps
behind her. When the new arrival finally spoke, Amanda nearly
jumped five feet.
"Konbanwa, Amanda san." A soft fluid voice said.
Amanda whirled about to find herself facing a rather
attractive Japanese woman. She stood a few inches shorted
than Amanda's own five foot six. Her short black hair showed
the slightest touches of gray and Amanda guessed her age to be
about mid- forties. Of course it was always hard to tell with
some oriental women. They looked pretty much the same from
thirty to sixty. She wore a bright green cocktail dress which
accented her small breasts.
Searching her temporarily hazy memory, Amanda tried
to place where she had seen the woman before. She had to
have been some executive or other's wife. How else could she
have known her name. Try as she could, the young woman just
couldn't place her.
The older woman just smiled for a moment, then made a
hand motion leading to a large glass door off to the left of the
garden.
"Yokoso oide kudasareta, Amanda san." She said as she
made an inviting gesture with her hand.
Now seeing that there was an apartment beyond the glass
doors, Amanda realized that she had just been invited in.
The woman must be married to one of the corporate big wheels
to rate a home like this. Reaching the door, she stopped and
gasped in amazement at the decor. It was totally western. It
could've been a Penthouse on Park Avenue.
"Dozo." The woman said as she again motioned for
Amanda to enter.
Once inside, Amanda took a moment to take in her
surroundings. Most apartments in Japan were tiny affairs yet
just this living room could house an entire family. A large
screen TV occupied the far wall, surrounded by a state of the
art stereo system. On the nearby piano was a photograph of a
younger version of the woman standing next to a much older
Japanese man. She didn't recognize the man, he hadn't taken
part in any of the trade talks.
The woman said something else that Amanda didn't quite
catch. She felt a little foolish not being able to understand.
Yet it wasn't her fault that she didn't speak Japanese.
Searching her memory for what she hoped were the right words,
Amanda said the only Japanese phrase she had been able to
memorize.
"Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen" She said, hoping
that she'd just said she didn't speak Japanese and not some
other ridicules remark.
The woman just smiled again and pointed to herself.
"Mariko." She said simply.
Amanda breathed a sign of relief. At least she hadn't
insulted her.
"Amanda." She replied. "Then I guess you already knew
that." Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and asked with her
hands if Amanda wanted a drink.
"Why not," Amanda said as she indicated acceptance with
a motion of her hand.
Silence reigned for a few minutes as both women tasted
their drinks. Amanda kept asking herself, what did she do now.
There was only so much she and Mariko could do with hand
gestures.
"This is good." She noted out loud as she sipped more
of her drink.
"Hai!" Her host agreed.
"Well, thank you for the drink, but I guess I really
should be going." Amanda finally said as she placed the glass
on a small table.
Mariko seemed agitated as the American woman started
to turn in the direction of the door. She reached out and took
hold of Amanda's hand. The smaller woman's grip was quite
strong and surprisingly warm. Amanda looked into her dark
eyes and smiled.
"If only we spoke the same language," Amanda mused
as she enjoyed the touch of Mariko's hand in hers. "Then I'd
be able to tell you what an attractive woman you are. Back
home I might even try to entice you back into my bed."
She paused a moment then went on, knowing that the
Japanese woman didn't understand a word she was saying.
"I don't even know if they have such a thing as
lesbians in Japan." She concluded.
Mariko's eyes suddenly lit up at the word lesbian. Her
grip grew stronger and she seemed to pull Amanda closer.
"Les-bins." She repeated, again looking deep into
Amanda's blue eyes.
A confused look covered Amanda's face. Was Mariko
asking if she was a lesbian? Had some member of the
delegation made a remark identifying her as one? Or was
Mariko trying to say that she too was a lesbian?
The tall blonde didn't have a lot of time to ponder
the questions as Mariko took her hand and pressed it firmly
against her small breasts. As the naked palm pressed against
the exposed flesh at the top of her dress, the Japanese woman
let out a soft sigh.
If she wasn't a lesbian, Amanda said to herself, she
was at least curious enough about girl sex to have brought
her here. However she had heard about Amanda, she must have
decided to take advantage of her sudden appearance on the
roof. If only to satisfy her curiosity.
To respond was very tempting. Amanda had always
been very careful to keep her business and personal lives
very separate.
Back home, a husband might head straight for the divorce
court if he found his wife with another woman. Over here
there was no telling what could happen. From what she'd seen
of Japanese husbands, they were so conservative that they
made Jesse Helms look like a bleeding heart liberal.
Then again, there wasn't much more she could do to screw up
her career. Mariko was very beautiful, and it had been so
very long since she'd broken up with her last girlfriend. Maybe
it was time to throw caution to the wind.
Mariko then took the decision out of Amanda's hands. Pulling
the American closer, she leaned forward and kissed her.
So fluid had been her motion, Amanda was surprised by the
sudden touch of her lips. She opened her mouth to respond and
felt a soft touch as Mariko's tongue entered her mouth.
"It seems like you've done this before." Amanda said as
their tongues caressed each other.
Finally the kiss ended and the two women separated, each
stepping back about a foot. Mariko reached out and placed her
outstretched hand on Amanda's large breast. Running it across
the blonde's blue dress, she stopped when she reached the
large nipple. Her smile grew with wider as she found it
already hard.
"I guess they're a little larger than You're use to." Amanda
grinned.
Cupping both of Amanda's breasts, Mariko stepped closer and
kissed the exposed flesh of each one. Then she lifted
her head higher and kissed Amanda's lips again.
This time, Amanda was ready and returned the kiss with all of
the passion she could. She pulled the older woman against
her, so that their breasts pressed against each other.
As her tongue again explored the inner reaches of Mariko's mouth,
Amanda slid her hand down the Japanese woman's back and then
pulled up her dress. Then continuing downward, her hand
slipped beneath the elastic of Mariko's panties and finally
came
to a rest on her smooth buttocks. Amanda squeezed the soft
flesh and was rewarded by a small sign from Mariko.
They stood there a few minutes, holding each other tightly.
Then Mariko motioned for Amanda to follow her into another
room. Taking hold of Mariko's offered hand, Amanda willingly
followed.
Entering one of the side room, Amanda found herself
confronted by a bathroom of immense proportions. In the center
of the room was a large tub, big enough to easily fit four
people. Next to the wall length vanity stool a large glass
enclosed shower, with water nozzles on all three of the
interior
walls. All in all, the bath was larger than Amanda's bedroom
back home.
Letting go of Amanda's hand, the older woman began to
disrobe. Her bright green dress soon draped a small stool
against the wall, and her panties quickly followed.
Amanda couldn't help but be impressed. Whatever her age,
Mariko was in excellent shape. Her breasts, though small, were
round and firm, capped by small brown nipples. Her skin was
smooth and hairless, even the area around her womanhood was
nearly bare.
Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda quickly followed
Mariko's example and dropped her clothes onto another chair.
She knew Mariko's eyes were riveted on her as she reached
behind and undid the latch of her bra. One hand held her 38d
bra against her breasts as the straps came undone. Then with
an erotic slowness, she let the heavy material also fall
to the floor. The sudden freedom from constraint caused
Amanda's breasts to bounce, much to Mariko's vocal delight.
Next came the thin white panties, revealing a hairy blonde
bush. Amanda always preferred to let her hair grow wild in
that region, as a mark of independence. From the reaction in
Mariko's eyes, she could tell that the Japanese woman also
approved.
Standing naked on the smooth tile floor, Amanda rubbed her
large breasts, bringing circulation back to them as well as
causing the nipples to harden even more. She had always been
proud of her breasts and spent at least an hour a day working
out.
Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands all over the taller
woman's body. The immense smile on her face made words
unnecessary. She stoked each breast with girlish joy. Then
moved down to the curly mound of blonde hair. She was
fascinated by it's size. She looked down at her own sparse
mound and looked a little disappointed.
"No, its beautiful." Amanda said with a smile as she reached
down and stroked the Oriental woman's pearl."
Mariko's smile returned and she took Amanda's hand and led
her to the large shower on the far side of the room. Once
inside, Mariko closed the glass doors and hit a bright green
button on a wall panel. In response, all three shower heads
came alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two women.
>From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko produced a bar of
soap and began to massage Amanda's back with it.
Normally, Amanda preferred to be the aggressor in a
situation, but this time she felt different. Mariko's small
hands
felt so good as they moved up and down her back that she was
content to just follow where ever the dark haired woman led.
Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached around and began
to cover her breasts with soap. Her laughter filled the small
chamber as she played with the large globes. Then she slid
her hands down to the hairy bush and covered that as well with
a soapy lather. She slid her soapy finger inside Amanda,
quickly following it with a second. Then she began to slowly
pump the fingers in and out.
Amanda turned around to give Mariko better access to her
charms. Now face to face, Mariko wasted no time in bringing
her mouth to Amanda's melon sized tits. Her tongue outlined
the large nipples as her fingers reentered Amanda. Then she
began to suck in earnest, bringing a small squeal of
exuberance from Amanda. As her fingers glided faster and
faster in and out of the American woman, Mariko tried to take
more and more of Amanda's breast into her mouth. The water
from the overhead showers continued to cover their bodies,
washing away the growing scent of girlsex.
Amanda braced herself against two poles build into the shower
wall, wondering if they had been installed there for exactly
this purpose. The lithe Japanese woman continued to slide her
fingers in and out of Amanda's now dripping cunt. With each
thrust of her hand, a new wave of delight swept through
Amanda's body. Finally, having had her fill of suckling
at the American's large breasts, Mariko moved her attention to
between her legs, replacing her cum covered fingers with her
soft probing tongue.
The soft touch of the woman's tongue proved electric as
Amanda spread her legs wider to give her greater access. If it
weren't for the handgrips on the wall she'd fall flat on her
ass.
Like a surgical instrument, Mariko's tongue covered every inch
of Amanda's inner walls. The waves of delight now crested at
more than twice the previous level as spasms racked Amanda's
body.
"God, this woman is fantastic!" Amanda thought to herself.
"No way this is her first time." She continued, remembering
former lovers who had a lifetime of lesbian sex behind them,
yet still had nothing near Mariko skill with her tongue.
Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex, Mariko slid a soapy
finger into the blonde's anus. Lubricated by the soap and
water, it slid in easily and it wasn't long before she was
finger-fucking Amanda's ass as furiously as she had her pussy.
"Eat me!" Amanda yelled as yet another spasm roared through
her. "Suck my pussy!"
She didn't know if the Japanese woman comprehended a word she
said, but the intent was certainly understood.
Mariko
doubled her efforts and it wasn't long before Amanda felt
herself on the threshold of an incredible orgasm.
Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the back of the
Japanese woman's head and pulled her deeper within her. Just
in time to receive an eruption of cum. Mariko scooped it up
with her tongue as fast as she could, but so intense was
Amanda's climax that she couldn't keep up.
Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in estacy, grinding her
cunt into the Japanese woman's face. She didn't care if she
suffocated, as long as she continued to delight her with that
magic tongue for just a few more seconds.
Finally, she began to regain control of her shaking body and
she eased off a little. Panting, she leaned against the tile
wall. Mariko slowing removed herself from between Amanda's
legs. She also removed her fingers from both Amanda's ass and
her own pussy, which she had been masturbating as well.
Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard. The American
loved tasting her own cum on another woman's tongue and sucked
it deep within her. It had been one of the most dynamic
climaxes of her life. She couldn't wait to return the favor.
Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on the panel and the
torrid of water abruptly stopped. She slid the glass doors
open and led Amanda out of the shower. Handing Amanda a
towel. she quickly dried herself off. Then she motioned the
blonde to follow her into yet another room.
The third room turned out to be a bedroom, as large and
expensively furnished as the other rooms. In the center was a
large oval bed, covered with red satin sheets. Mariko quickly
moved to the center of the bed and invited Amanda to join her.
Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately began to kiss her small
breasts, taking the tiny brown nipple into her mouth. As she
worked on one breast, her nimble hand worked the other. Then
she would switch. Mariko clearly enjoyed the attention,
moaning softly with closed eyes. Amanda moved down the soft
golden body, kissing her way to the small black triangle that
covered Mariko's still wet cunt. Parting the lips with her
fingers, she kissed the small bump of her clitoris. Then she
began to lick the dried cum off it, mixing it with her own
saliva.
She felt a little silly thinking that an Asian woman might've
tasted different. Of course it would be different, not because
she was Asian but because everyone's body chemistry was
different.
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?"
END