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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." 
