Foreign Affair
by Ann Douglas
"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’d 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 antagonistic 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 rooftop 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 ecstasy, 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 slid 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
(c) Ann Douglas 1994
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