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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Stacey's Japanese Ordeal (M+F, exh) by James Dawson (Dawsonstories@hotmail.com) *** Tokyo was every bit as exotic and exciting as Stacey thought it would be. It was the 19-year old blonde's first trip anywhere, let alone to another country, and she was thrilled with every new shop, and every neon light that flashed words that she didn't understand. It all seemed like a movie to her. Everyone seemed so polite and a surprising number of people spoke English, and she was able to get along just fine. She looked over at Martin and smiled. He smiled back and gave her a wink. She marvelled again at her luck with him. He was good looking and rich. Though she had grown into a pretty enough face, her nose had a slight bulb at the end and she had a slight overbit. She was never going to be a model. It was usually her body, which was anything but plain, that drew the attention of men. Her big "DD" breasts drew plenty of stares, as did her round bottom, but it was never the kind of attention she wanted. It embarrassed her and she always tried to wear outfits that were as concealing as possible. She thought herself heavy, and was always afraid of looking cheap. She'd certainly never considered herself the kind of classy beauty that could land someone like Martin. He was classy and always looked in her eyes. She'd never caught him "checking her out" until the fourth or fifth date when it was okay. Now she liked it. Now she wanted him to look. She was not from a family that had any money, and was swept up by it all. It was such a romantic affair. One minute she'd been working at the sunglasses stand in the mall, a great looking man had walked up, and now this. Martin was the big time, a major player in the computer business. He wasn't even 35 yet and had already made over $10 million. This was one of his businees trips, though they had only been seeing each other for a month or so, he spared no expense on her. He'd already taken her shopping three times, getting all kinds of gorgeous clothes and some beautiful lingerie. He'd picked out the special outfil she was wearing tonight, a long, full length, blue satin gown with spaghetti straps over the shoulders. It was open around the neck and shoulders, and showed too much cleavage for her liking, but it wasn't too bad. A white strap-less bra kept her big breasts in place. Underneath she wore white silk panties and white stockings with beautiful lace around the tops that ran up to mid-thigh and held themselves there. Elegant high heels finished the ensemble. Because this was such an important client dinner, Martin had sent her to have her hair done in an amazing salon where they'd even done her make-up for her, which had surprised her. But this was Martin's big night, the big dinner with the Japanese clients, so she'd wanted to do her best to look good. Stacey herself had been quite impressed with the result, though her bit boobs seemed to really be grossly obvious in the low cut dress. They looked SO big and seemed to stick out rudely. She tried to focus on the elegance of the total look.. The dinner was held in a huge suite in one of Tokyo's skyscraper hotels. Stacey had marvelled at it when they had arrived. It was like a mansion with the suite had big plush furniture in very modern, Western style. There was an elegant dinner table laid out on one side of the enourmous front room, with a den with comfortable couches on the other side of it. It looked as though it were from a magazine and she'd been almost afraid to sit anywhere. But the most amazing feature were the giant windows that looked out over several other tall buildings and the lights of the city. It was all so elegant. She was in heaven. What Stacey didn't know, however, was that Martin was not exactly the romantic figure she imagined, and this dinner was not exactly what she thought it was. While the guests were all there to talk about business, it wasn't electronics. Stacey herself was the topic, and Martin had planned this since he first laid eyes on her in the mall where she worked. He knew his clients and what they wanted, and her innocent blonde features and big tits and ass were exactly what they wanted. While he was a very wealthy and successful man, one of the reasons for it was that he had established this special relationship with his clients. In addition to his electronics business, every time Martin came to do business he would bring along a young woman- innocent, blonde, and unspoiled, whom he would "auction off." He would deposit her into the clutches of the highest bidder for four or five days, and then would "rescue" her and take her back home. It worked like clockwork. Not only were the dinner guests in the bidding, but in several rooms in buildings facing the hotel, binoculars, cameras and videocameras were focused on the big windows that the unwitting young girl was so impressed with. Stacey stared down into the square wooden box that held her saki. It was a deceptively strong drink and she didn't want to overdue it. She was very nervous and wanted to calm her nerves. Besides her and Martin, the dinner had been just Japanese men, and it seemed as though they were staring at her, particularly at the deep cleavage between her breasts, almost half of which were on display. She'd mentioned it to Martin when she'd had a chance, and he's just laughed it off. He explained that it was just cultural, that Japanese men didn't take their wives and girlfreinds on business occasions. He also pointed out that Japanese men were not used to seeing breasts as big as hers. She'd smiled and suddenly felt very silly. She hated when her lack of sophistication showed. She was very conscious of blowing it with him and was desperate not to. The rest of the dinner had gone well. Martin, who was fluent in Japanese, was able to communicate with his clients with ease and for the most part she just sat there. Every once in a while Martin would talk to her in English, but for the most part, she did her best not to seem bored. They all seemed to be getting along great, laughing and joking, and that what was really important. Every once in a while they would look her way and smile. She would smile back, even when she felt their eyes go down to her ample cleavage. Finally, in the midst of laughter and excitement, as though they had just made the deal of the century, Martin broke up the dinner and suggested that they all move across the big room to the den side fo the big room. Everyone got to their feet, and Stacey followed suit. Martin motioned towards her. "Can I speak with you a moment?" The clients all walked away as he pulled her gently the other direction and lead her into the hallway that lead to the bedroom and bathroom. "Are you having a nice time?" he asked her. "Y..yes," she replied, lying with a smile. He smiled back. She looked at him quizzically. He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. "You look really lovely," he said. She smiled in return to his compliment. "Now I want you to do me a favor," he asked. He brushed a few stray hairs from her forehead. "Would you do that for me?" "Y...yeah...sure," she replied. She looked a little concerned. "What is it?" "Well, it's a little awkward but...well you know what the Japanese are like. They're on the cutting edge of media..." he said. She stared into his eyes following his words. "...and part of their culture is that they just love to take pictures." He smiled down at her gently. "Especially of beautiful women." Stacey's eyes widened slightly as she stared into his face. "Now," he continued, reaching up and stroking the side of her face, "they are quite taken with you." He stroked her face lightly. She swallowed with some difficulty. "And they'd really like you to pose for some pictures." Her face showed her uncomfortable surprise. "H..here?...N..now?" she asked, her voice suddenly quivering with nerves. "Ah...ah...I'm not a m...model..." she said. "That's okay," he replied. "They know that." He smiled "They appreciate natural...amateur beauty." She looked to her left down the hallway. She felt adreniline rush into her stomach as she thought about his clients sitting waiting. She looked back at Martin. "I don't know, Martin...I'd feel so..." "Honey," he cut in, stroking her face again. "This is a really big deal here." His voice was firm. "It's really important for me." She looked down at the floor for a moment and gathered her strength. It was the least she could do. "O...okay..." she said. "Thank you Honey," he replied. "It shouldn't take too long." She smiled weakly at him. Her hands fidgeted in front of her. "Now there's only one thing though..." he continued. She stared up at him. . "And this might be kinda hard," he continued, "but, they want to take a few pictures of you...without your dress on." "Wha..." she gasped, her eyes wide. "MARTIN..." She reached out and grabbed his arm with one hand while the other covered her mouth in surprise. "It's no big thing, Honey, it's just lingerie" he said, "I know it will be weird..." "Martin...my GOD...". "It's just for their private collections," he said. "They do this all the time here...it's part of their culture." She just stared at him in disbelief. She was stunned. "Do it for me," he asked. "Okay?" She looked in his eyes to see if this was a question. She wondered if refusing might be the end of their relationship. She looked again down the hallway Her mind was in a whirl. "My god, Martin," she said. Her eyes welled up. "I'd be so...so embarrassed." "Even though we've only been seeing each other a short time," Martin replied, "I really have strong feelings for you, Stacey." His words made her look back up into his eyes. She felt sincerity coming from them. "And I don't like the idea any more than you do." He stroked her face again. "But strong relationships are all about give and take." She looked again down the hallway. "Th...those men..." She closed her eyes for a moment. She took a deep breath and then looked back up at him finally, her eyes brimming with tears. "I...I'll do it...for you...if you really want me to..." "There we go," he said. He gave her a little hug and then took her hand."Come on," he said starting back down the hall, "we'll make it as quick as possible." Stacey let herself be pulled along. Martin stopped just before they re-entered the room and looked at her. "Now don't embarrass me in there," he said in a suddenly firm voice that made her nerves jangle. "There's nothing worse here in Japan than a loss of face, okay?" He raised his eyebrows to make sure his point made it. "I'd be ruined without face here." "O...okay..." she replied. She began to tremble. "Just go along with whatever I say, okay?" She nodded gently. She reached up and brushed a tear away from her cheek. He smiled at her and leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, careful not to mess up her hairdo. "Thank you, Honey." He took her hand and kissed it. "I know it will be embarrassing for you, but, well, this is what love is all about." Her heart fluttered. Love? She thought about what love with him might mean; what all that money meant and what she could do for her parents as she let him lead her into the room. The Japanese clients were all ready and there was an electric buzz of excitement. They all had cameras out and one of them had a small video camera in his hand. Her stomach lurched and for a moment she was afraid she might be sick. The clients were sitting on two couches which formed an "L" shape in the middle of the den. Martin led her by the hand, like an executioner, to one of the chairs that faced them. He motioned for her to sit, and she did. She stared at the floor as she could feel their eyes on her- eyes waiting to see her in nothing but her lingerie. She fought back tears. Martin said something in Japanese and the men all nodded and smiled. He turned to her. "Would you like a drink?" "No," she replied, barely above a whisper. She looked up only briefly as Martin went around refilling the saki boxes. The Japanese men were all now just staring at her openly. Two of them were smiling. Martin finally filled his own and sat down in one of the other plush chairs. The men now all faced her and she swallowed awkwardly. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Two of them began speaking in Japanese and then looked to Martin. He nodded to them and one of them got up and began to walk across the room. He went to a vase on a side table filled with fresh flowers and pulled a big white one out. "They love shots of women holding flowers," said Martin with a smile. She did not reply, and just watched with wide eyes as the man approched her with the flower. He handed it to her. She couldn't look him in the eye, and slowly reached up for it. "Just hold it up to your face," said Martin, "against your cheek." Stacey raised the flower up to her face. FLASH! The light made her blink. FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! "Smile," he said. She could smell the cool, fresh flower against her skin as she forced a smile. It seemed as though a thousand lens were facing her, zoomed in on her face. FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! After several shots, the men began talking again. Stacey could hear her heart beating as she looked at them. She could only imagine what they were saying. Martin nodded and then turned to Stacey. "That's great...they got some nice head shots...now let's get a few full length...with the beautiful background of the city lights." She looked at him, and then looked towards the windows. She looked back at him with a look of trepidation. "It's okay, Honey," he said, motioning to a spot right in front of the center window. "No one will be able to see in," he lied. "It's mirrored glass." She stared at the window again for a moment, and then scanned the male Japanese faces staring back at her. She felt cornered and scared. She looked back at Martin, and he gave her a terse nod. She took a deep breath and slowly got to her feet. "Go ahead and leave the flower there...just set it on the chair," he said. "You won't need it..." Stacey swallowed hard and set the flower down and turned to face the room again. Her legs felt wobbly as she began to make her way across the room. The panoramic view opened up before her as she approched the windows. She stood right up to the glass and looked out at the city and could see several nearby buildings- buldings that also had windows. "Okay...turn around and face us..." Slowly, she turned and faced the room, standing just a few feet from the window. All of the Japanese clients were now standing up and formed a half circle in the room. They had excited looks on their faces. She had to fight to stay calm as she heard them converse among themselves. She looked down at the floor as she felt their eyes travel up and down her body. She tried not to think of what they might be saying. Martin had her strike several typical poses as the flashes went off. She held her hands in front of her, did a few with them behind her. She turned her back to them and looked over her shoulder. Then they did a series with her holding a book. Finally Martin walked up to her and reached out for the book. His cock surged in his pants as she looked up at him with a mixture of trust and concern. She suddenly looked so young. If she only knew, he thought to himself. If she only knew how many telescopes and telephoto lens were trained on her at that very moment, and how many others would be drawn by the flashes of light, she would scream. Her blue eyes showed no sign of comprehension though. He thought about her big tits, how great they were, and how his clients might actually pass out once they saw them. Martin avoided looking down at her cleavage as his mind drifted to tomorrow, and how if when he checked his email tonight the bid he expected was in, how a small white <B>pill</B> dissolved in her drink would make her feel sick, and how he would insist she see a doctor. It would not be just any doctor, however, but a certain Doctor Matsui, who wasn't actually a doctor at all. Nevertheless, Matsui and his collegues would dutifully perform a most thorough examination of young Stacey, and more likely than not, decide that an enema was called for. Matsui seemed to like that. Martin felt a thrill at the thought of the three Japanese men in white coats hovering over her naked body, poking and prodding. He would, of course, get a copy of the video. And then, on her way back to the hotel, two men whose bids he anticipated would be waiting in his email inbox, would be dressed like policemen and would pick her up and "charge" her with being a prostitute. They would take her to a mock station, actually an old film set. They would hold her for a while, long enough to amuse themselves, before Martin would show up to "bail her out." He would then explain to her that regardless of her innocence, in order to avoid certain prison time they would have to bribe certain officials- and that they wouldn't want money. She would probably have to go to a few parties. "You're doing great," he said snapping back to reality and smiling down at the young woman in the elegant blue satin dress. "It'll be over in a few minutes."