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Not What it Seems

By Bria Gypsy

(M/g, ir)

Ray Johnson sat in the back of the car with Ishiko Takahashi as
they drove to his hotel. He had his eyes swiveled discretely down
looking at the short skirt of the young Japanese woman and he was
more than interested in the lithe attractive young Girl Friday
sent to meet him at the airport.

"So sorry Mr. Johnson," she had said shortly after greeting him.

The meeting to conclude the preliminary contract finalization
between Ray's Seattle based software company and the company Miss
Takahashi represented had been delayed. He had been handed an
envelope with a letter of apology from a Des Carter, explaining
unforeseen circumstances had seen the contract meetings pushed
back an extra day; too late to hold Rays travel for that time.
Ray looked at the signature and was intrigued it was a western
name not a Japanese name signing the apology note.

"Mr. Carter is Australian," Miss Takahashi had explained. "He has
worked here in Japan for nearly ten years. He has a Japanese wife
and three beautiful children."

Ray noted the genuine admiration when Ishiko mentioned children.
He looked at her wedding finger and noted there was no engagement
or wedding band. He assumed she was single. Miss Takahashi led
him to a limousine where the driver hopped out and opened the
door for them. The limo was a large Lexus, not a conventional
limo with facing seats in the back. Just a luxury sedan with a
sense of opulence. Miss Takahashi sat against the right hand
door, about as far from Ray as she could. He knew it was a matter
of respect she showed him in not encroaching on his personal
space. He had come to learn a few of the must-do custom in the
few months he had been associated with the deal. Be drawn further
into the negotiations such that now he was trusted to do the
final reading of the contract and conditions here in Tokyo.

You have children Mr. Johnson?" the young woman asked turning to
face him.

He felt a sense of comfort with her. She was beautiful with long
raven hair and he noted the ornate embroidery on her brassiere
which was visible through her sheer blouse. The ensemble chosen
to be modest in that it showed no bare flesh yet provided a sense
of allure by the lacy bra being visible through the silk blouse.

"I have one daughter," Ray replied with a smile; thinking of his
darling Moppsie.

His daughter's real name was Nadine but they'd nick-named her
Moppsie when the first blond curls had appeared. She had a mop of
gorgeous blond natural curls and so Moppsie stuck as the name most
people knew the four year old by.

"You have a picture?" Miss Takahashi asked and then blushed in
deep embarrassment at her gaffe of being to inquisitive. "Oh...so
sorry," she said quickly.

"No problem," Ray chuckled and reached inside his leather jacket
and took a wallet from the inside pocket. He found the photo of
Moppsie in a sleeve with a photo of his wife Jane and Moppsie
together on the other side. He took the clear sleeve out and
showed it to Miss Takahashi. The young woman was immediately
impressed and she surprised him by lightly stroking the photo of
Moppsie which was a head shot.

"She is so blond," Miss Takahashi said, almost in awe of the
little girl's photo.

Ray had heard that Japanese people were fascinated by blond
haired westerners.

After her mom," Ray said with a smile, turning the photo sleeve
and showing her the shot of Jane and Moppsie together.

"Oh...such a happy picture," she replied. Your wife is very
beautiful...and I see where your daughter got her blond hair
from," she said with a smile.

It was true. Jane was facially very attractive. What the photo
did not show was her figure had suffered a little from Moppsie's
birth; and Jane was tall which was not evident from the photo.
She was very much the Amazon to look at. Ray smiled his
appreciation at the comment, knowing the photo was flattering to
his wife. Yet he was more than content with her; he saw the
unfortunate deterioration of her figure following Moppsies birth.
He was well aware of the struggle Jane had to get the weight off
her hips and belly and return to her normal Rubinesque self.
Voluptuous rather than overweight. It was what attracted her to
him. He liked women solid not skinny and near anorexic. However
Miss Takahashi was very attractive to him as it was totally
within her racial characteristic and like most men he had a
fantasy about sex with small petite perfectly formed women. The
male fantasy of the big thrusting cock stretching small women. He
replaced the photo sleeve in his wallet and the pair made small
talk as the car crawled through the traffic. As they neared his
hotel, Miss Takahashi turned to him.

I am at your disposal for the spare day before you meet with Mr.
Carter and the team, she said with a smile. And the car of
course, she added indicating the car and driver with a sweep of
her hand.

Oh...very kind, Ray replied wondering what he could do for the
next day.

If there is anywhere you want to go, just ask. I will give you
a number to call. We can discuss tomorrow morning perhaps, once
you have a chance to settle in and perhaps select some events or
outings to fill your time, she continued with a smile.

Ray was captivated. She was very beautiful and he was very much
taken with her. He nodded his understanding and they pulled up at
his hotel. The driver opened the door for them and then retrieved
Rays luggage from the trunk, giving it to a porter to take care
of. Miss Takahashi stayed with him, standing back respectfully as
he checked in. The hotel receptionist spoke excellent English so
Miss Takahashi was not required to translate. Come the time for
Ray to go to his room, Miss Takahashi followed. He was about to
tell her it wasnt an issue for her to accompany him but he liked
being in her company so much he let her play out her
responsibility as she saw it. They rode the elevator to his floor
and she followed a step behind as he navigated them to his door.

Here we are, Ray said with a smile, disappointed the young
woman would be leaving him for the rest of the day.

If you need anything please dont hesitate to call me, Miss
Takahashi said looking sincere to emphasize her offer.

Absolutely, Ray replied equally sincerely.

In fact he would do whatever he needed to do just to spend time
with the young woman again.

What time will you retire? Miss Takahashi asked.

Ray looked puzzled at the question. It was mid afternoon and he
would not try to rest; preferring to retire about ten thirty or
eleven local time and allow his body clock to adjust to the time
difference between Seattle and Tokyo. He told her ten thirty. She
nodded and then excused herself. He watched her walk back to the
elevator. Just as she came to the elevator lobby, she turned
briefly and smiled warmly at him. He blushed knowing she caught
him checking her out. He turned and with a small wave, let
himself into his room. He felt a little deflated Ishiko Takahashi
had gone; until tomorrow at least. Ray busied himself hanging his
business clothing on hangers in the closet and sat back on the
bed and surfed the TV channels. The best he could do was BBC
World being as all the channels were Japanese. There were movies
and other English language shows but they were all pay-per-view.
He settled on BBC World, intrigued at the precise clipped speech
of the anchors. He loved the sound of English speaking the
Queens English. He watched the news for at least half an hour
and it struck him how low key and factual the presentation was.
Not the infotainment he was used to in the US. US news channels
and the manner of reporting sucked in comparison to what he was
currently viewing. Ray mapped out the remainder of the day,
deciding to go out and find a noodle house. A colleague had raved
about Japanese noodle houses so he saw this as a must-do thing.
He showered and couldnt resist playing with himself, gravitating
to a full scale shower jack off with the face and small breasts
of Ishiko Takahashi in his minds eye as he gasped and his legs
sagged as he sprayed several strong spurts of semen against the
wall of the shower box.

Embarrassed at his adolescent behavior, Ray stepped out of the
shower and dressed in fresh jeans and a short sleeved shirt. He
went out about six oclock to find a noodle house. He didnt go
far before he found a rather large mall and there were a number
of restaurants at nearly every turn. He settled for a restaurant
that specialized in Kabuki; the art of preparing the food where
the patron sat at a flat grill while the chef cooked the food
with a sense of artistic flair. He drank a Japanese beer and
after his meal he returned to his hotel. There was nothing for it
but some more BBC World and he found it hard to stay awake. The
news was an hourly loop and by the time it was on its second
repeat, Ray was becoming bored with the news channel. It was nine
fifteen by now and he decided he would turn in. There seemed
little reason to sit around for another hour or so, so he went
and brushed his teeth with the intent on undressing and getting
into bed. He had a memory stick with a few porn clips on that he
might watch on his laptop. He wasnt a big purveyor of porn but
he did enjoy an occasional indulgence; particularly clips of
white women and black men. The clips he favored were purportedly
amateur and he wondered how ordinary women could become erstwhile
porn actresses. Supposedly with their husbands presen; some even
doing the filming. He returned to the room from the bathroom and
was fumbling in his laptop bag for the memory stick when there
was a knock on the door. Ray stood up and stared at the door
wondering who it could be. He walked to the door and put his eye
to the peep hole and his eye widened as he saw a young Japanese
schoolgirl standing outside his door. He stared at the girl who
must be about fourteen or fifteen and noted she was wearing a
uniform that was a girls version of a sailors uniform. This was
common dress for Japanese school children. The girl had her hair
tied in a pony tail and she was very pretty. What on earth was
she doing knocking on his door? Perhaps she had his room confused
with someone else she was looking for. He opened the door and it
was then he saw Ishiko Takahashi standing off to one side; her
hand balled in a fist about to knock on his door again.

Oh...so sorry, Miss Takahashi said apologetically. I did not
mean to be rude and knock unnecessarily, she said.

Ray smiled wondering why she was apologizing when shed only
knocked the once. Irrespective of the intent to knock again, she
hadnt. She was still dressed in her business suit and he
reminded himself of how attractive she was. But it was puzzling
as to why she was here and who the young girl was. She saw the
confusion on his face.

Pleased to introduce Miss Mariko Takata, Ishiko said coming
behind the girl and taking her arms gently.

Pleased to meet you, Ray said none the wiser as to why the girl
was here.

Miss Takahashi looked up and down the hall and realized he had no
idea why they were here.

Miss Mariko is your consort for the night, she said in a low
tone.

The girl stared at Ray with a look of bemusement.

Im sorry... Ray said still not understanding.

Your consort...for to entertain you, Ishiko said looking
uncomfortable Ray had not caught on.

She was concerned he might react badly once he worked out the
girl was an offering for him to have sex. Ray blinked as the
truth slowly formed in his mind and his eyes widened. Far from
thinking of being offended, he was more concerned about the
girls age and the shock of the fact she was being offered as a
concubine for the night. He was stunned and Miss Takahashi could
see his shock and confusion.

It is not illegal, she said quickly. And Miss Mariko is very
well versed in what is required, Miss Takahashi said quickly;
almost pleading Ray to see this was not unusual.

She always felt a sense of dread when doing this with western
men. Some reacted badly but also there were some men that were
more than delighted with the gift.

How can it be not illegal? Ray blurted out. Shes just a
girl...what do you think I am?

Miss Takahashi cringed realizing he was not entirely pleased.
Mariko now looked worried that a bad scene was developing. Shed
faced this before and it was never easy to be part of.

The age of consent in Japan is thirteen...Mariko is fourteen,
she added, almost pleading with Ray to see it was not unusual and
acceptable.

She would be a child prostitute where I come from, Ray said
firmly, but in truth her rationalization of her age was going
through his mind.

Hearing Mariko was over the age of sexual consent he wasnt
necessarily as shocked now as he had been at first. He saw the
look of embarrassment on the girls face and noted Miss Takahashi
was struggling to think of the words to convince him this was OK.

Mr. Johnson...in Japan we have some customs that are age-old and
we respect them very deeply. Please to accept the offer of this
humble girl as your consort as a way to apologize for your
disrupted arrangements. You will be away from home longer than
you anticipated. This is just a token of our appreciation.

By now she was imploring with her eyes as she spoke.

I cant...I just cant, Ray mumbled; now not as certain as he
had first been he could not accept this immoral situation.

Even if the girl was legal age, she was being offered as a
prostitute even if it wasnt a standard hooker situation. Whose
child was she and what the hell were they doing letting her go
through this shameful situation? Despite the obvious questions
and misgivings, Ray was wavering. The girl looked gorgeous. She
was facially fourteen but her body suggested she was older. Maybe
eighteen or nineteen. Nearly as tall as Ishiko and slightly
fuller in her figure. On balance she was really just as alluring
as hed thought Ishiko was. Ishiko would be twenty-two, maybe
twenty-four at a push. If you saw the two from a distance, the
girl would not look too much younger. It was only close up he
could tell she was at least six or seven years Ishikos junior.

Please Mr. Johnson, Ishiko said her eyes imploring him. If she
does not stay, I will have let my employers down badly, she said
with a sense of dread.

Ray saw she was genuinely distressed he might refuse the offer of
the girl. He felt bad for Ishiko but on the other hand, could he
condone the girl being offered as a sexual toy for the night? Ray
did not want to put Miss Takahashi in a bad situation. He
understood the feudal attitude of Japanese men in business. She
was a pawn to do their bidding and his refusal would be seen as
her failing not his. If he agreed, at least he could allow the
girl into his room for the night but he didnt have to do
anything. It would be better if they just went with his apology
in refusal; this was not for him. But he knew too that Miss
Takahashi might well be reprimanded for not succeeding in
communicating her companys apology in the form of the girl. Ray
stared at her and felt his resistance soften. Hed gladly take
Miss Takahashi for the night. He was on the verge of suggesting
she was offering the wrong girl when it struck him he was
actually considering infidelity to Jane. He could allow the girl
to stay and not touch her, but he was genuinely interested in
Miss Takahashi and he would welcome getting her into the sack.
Hed never seriously considered cheating on Jane before. And hed
let the proposition come up without thinking, considering hed
love to fuck the older of the two girls. His conscience sobered
him and he decided to take the path of least resistance.

I dont want to see you get into trouble, he began wearily.
She can stay the night...but Im not bound to do anything I
dont approve of, he said looking at Ishiko.

As you wish Mr. Johnson, Ishiko said with a sense of relief.

This compromise was not entirely unheard of. He could do whatever
he liked, just as he said. Of course the girl would be debriefed
and if he did nothing with her, it would be seen as the girls
fault. Ishiko could live with that. Of course the girl would lie
that she had done as instructed even if nothing happened. It was
a compromise that Ishiko was happy Ray Johnson had come up with.

I will return tomorrow morning at six oclock, Ishiko said.

The girl looked at Ishiko and smiled and nodded her understanding
the crisis was averted. The American looked handsome and she
liked him without knowing who he was. She had been doing this for
some time. It was clandestine and not the custom Miss Ishiko had
represented to the American. Westerners were ignorant and
gullible where Japanese customs were concerned. Mariko did not
rationalize completely her situation. But given she had been
offered this way since she was barely eleven years old it
amounted to child prostitution and pedophilia. The fact she was
fourteen now did not excuse what she had been subjected to since
the orphanage she lived at gave her this new role that she was
now totally accepting of. Ray pushed the door back and nodded to
Mariko to enter; ignoring the girl drifting past him and staring
at Ishiko.

Theres no way you could stay and not her, he said quietly
holding he gaze.

Her face dropped at his suggestion and she looked uncomfortable.

Please to not make this more difficult Mr. Johnson, she said
rather stiffly.

He felt like shed slapped his face. He had made a pass but one
he felt was warranted. He nodded grimly at her and mumbled his
apology. She saw his shame at his suggestion and her face
softened.

It would be a wonderful thing, she said quietly. But it would
simply make more serious complications than what we have just
averted, she said sadly.

He perked up realizing she was not insulted by his suggestion.
Just that it was impossible to her; it was not that she didnt
want to if it were possible. He nodded at her and she backed away
a pace or two and bowed and turned to go.

Six oclock tomorrow morning, she said sadly and turned and
walked slowly to the elevator lobby.

Ray watched her go but this time did not wait until she reached
the elevators. He turned back into his door and let the door
swing closed. He turned to look at the girl who was sitting on
the end of his bed with her hands beside her on the bed edge.
There was something casual about the way she was sitting. She
looked at him with a knowing look and as he stood there wondering
what the hell he was going to do with her, Mariko slowly lay back
on the bed and placed her hands behind her knees and slowly
lifted her legs; spreading them wide so her crotch was visible.
She was wearing stark white panties that he could see had a lace
panel as the front. The swell of her sex was clearly visible
behind the thin crotch of the material and Ray could just make
out the hint of a black strip of pubic hair behind the white
underwear.

Oh Christ, Ray muttered under his breath.

This kid wasnt going to snuggle up on a chair and watch Japanese
cartoons for the night. This display was deliberate and probably
well practiced to get reluctant partners like him to realize what
she was really there for. Ray walked slowly towards the girl and
stared at her plump sex behind the thin material of the panties.
He could see the slight indentation of the slit of her vulva.
Staring at her crotch she could be any woman. He licked his lips
involuntarily and noted his mouth was dry. This was going to be
an interesting night.

***

Whatever moral objection to the offer of the girl for his sexual
use Ray had, it soon evaporated as he slowly walked to stand
between the girls spread legs. He stared at the plump lump in
the crotch of her panties and almost trance-like his hand slowly
moved to the inviting swell of her vulva. Ray slowly rubbed his
fingers over the lump, noting the warmth. He became bolder and
pressed his thumb against the visible indentation in the panties
made by her slit. His eyes flicked to her face and he noted she
was smiling at him. Clearly pleased she was seducing him. He
looked back at his hand on her vulva and becoming emboldened he
pulled the leg of her panties aside and exposed the bare sex. He
held his breath as he saw she was carefully shaved on her labia
so her actual sex was bald; the only evidence of pubic hair being
a small vertical rectangle on her pubis. The shock of black hair
was carefully trimmed and sitting almost in isolation from her
actual genitals. His thumb wiped over the labia and as he became
more in tune with the situation; Ray began to slide his fingers
between the labia and eventually pushed tentatively at the tight
hole of her vaginal opening. The girl sighed and he looked
quickly at her face. Her eyes were partly closed and she had laid
her head back on the bed and was not watching him now. He thought
she was faking it but then he noted she was clearly quite damp in
her sex. Watching her face carefully Ray slowly masturbated the
girl. She responded quite quickly by sighing and making small
mewling noises when his thumb rubbed across her clitoral area.
She was also moistening noticeably. It dawned on him she was
being genuinely aroused by his stroking. This surprised him as he
had thought of her simply as a child prostitute and would show a
deal of diffidence to what he was doing. Clearly she was enjoying
his attention. She was beautiful. He felt a surge of lust and
without thinking he dropped to one knee and brought his face
close to her exposed sex. Without stopping to consider who might
have used the girl before, or if she was clean from disease, he
slowly pushed his tongue at her sex. The girl started in surprise
and her eyes briefly flickered open. A smile came back to her
face and she sighed and lifted her buttocks as best she could
given she was holding her legs up and open. Ray caught her
consent and he slowly began licking and suckling at her vulva;
slowly pressing a finger to the vaginal opening in consort with
his tongue and lips working the girls sex.

As he slurped and suckled, and he got his finger into the second
knuckle, Rays mind pondered the obvious libido the girl had. She
was fourteen. He thought sexual arousal was something girls
developed as women. Yet she was now moaning steadily and gently
lifting her hips to meet his thrusting tongue. Mariko became
increasingly wet and Ray was enjoying the rising aroma from her
sex. Hed eaten his wife Jane numerous times and this girl was
just as enjoyable to him. Mariko was getting into the oral sex
and finding it difficult to keep her legs up and she slowly
lowered them so they draped over the side of the bed. She was
still opened wide and exposed to give Ray easy access. He had two
fingers in her now and he was into his work. The girl brought her
hands to his head and pulled his face harder as she began to get
louder as she was getting further aroused by what he was doing.
She started to pant and exhale quickly; occasionally holding her
breath and making small noises of exertion as if she were
straining to lift something. After three or four minutes of this
changed vocalizing, the girl went rigid and began gasping and
muttering unintelligible words as she started to orgasm. Ray was
turned on by the fact she was barely fourteen yet going off
equally as intense as his wife did when cumming. He drove his
tongue and mouth harder at her and forgetting how tight she was,
pushed his fingers harder into her vagina. Mariko came with a
series of short sharp convulsions. Bucking her hips and pulling
his face into her crotch. A series of short ragged gasps coming
from her as she went over the top. Suddenly slumping back as the
last tremor went through her body. Ray was so turned on realizing
she had cum hard, he stood and frantically opened the front of
his jeans and pushed them past his knees. His cock hard and stiff
jutting out under his shirt. He quickly opened his shirt and
shucked it and then taking his cock he advanced between Marikos
legs. The girl sensing he had given up sucking her opened her
eyes and saw him standing holding his erection. A broad smile
came to her face and in perfect English the teen whispered fuck
me as a rehearsed line as Ray jabbed his cock at the small
dilated opening. She lifted her legs up again as he shoved into
her. The girl grunting oomph as he went over her and penetrated
her balls deep in three frantic shoves. Mariko wrapped her arms
around Rays shoulders and lifted her legs up over his back as
Ray started to fuck her vigorously. He was large inside of her.
Western men were typically bigger than Japanese men and she had
learned to enjoy the girth and depth of a western cock. Mariko
lay back in her afterglow as Ray fucked her. Generally pushing
for his own pleasure although from time to time he did watch her
face to see if she was being further aroused. Fascinated by her
total submission and driven by the fact she had already had her
pleasure he indulged himself. He tried to last but his lust was
such that he lost it in just after five minutes of fucking into
her. He started to grit his teeth and as the sweet ache of
release worked through the core of his groin and up his cock he
suddenly cried out and gasped. And then with a series of low
guttural moans, Ray spewed several long spurts of cum into the
young Japanese girls womb. Rutting several times as the last
spurts of semen left his body. A sense of fatigue came over him
and he slumped over her. The girl reinforced her consent to the
sex by hugging the man to her. She was still fully dressed in her
faux school uniform.

Mariko had been abused since she was barely nine. An orphan, she
was sent to a state orphanage at a time when such agencies were
being phased out. There was little funding and the
professionalism and dedication of those in charge became less and
less. In Marikos case the manager of the establishment came upon
a scheme to augment his income by prostituting the girls and boys
to secret pedophile groups. Whatever set Mariko apart from other
girls, or boys, was to be the making of her destiny. By the time
she went through puberty the preteen had been repeatedly
subjected to sexual abuse. She learned to accept it as her lot
and by the time she became a teenager, the girl had experienced
more sexual activity than any married woman. Often being the
subject of gang-bangs or orgies. As she became more beautiful her
value as a better class of consort was recognized and situations
like she found herself with Ray were now the norm. In short she
was now much prized and offered out only to select clients.
Through the years of sexual usury, the young Mariko had realized
she actually enjoyed much of what happened. She thought there was
something wrong with her at first but as she grew older, she came
to learn she was feeling what most women aspired to. She accepted
her role willingly. And often there were times like this where
the man was someone she actually liked. She liked this man when
he first opened the door. Firstly he was very attractive to her.
Secondly he was an American and her experience with Americans was
that they were usually respectful and considerate. Unlike eastern
or Arab men who treated her roughly; using her as a chattel.

After about three or four minutes of lying on top of Mariko, Ray
stirred and stood up; slowly pulling his cock from the girl. Her
sex made a slight farting sputtering noise and he glanced down
and saw a trail of his semen running out of her. The inside back
of her uniform was pinned under her butt and he had a weird sense
of duty to ensure her clothing did not get fouled by his cum.

Stand up, he said quickly and reached for her hand.

He helped her off the bed and she stood before him. Fully dressed
as she was, she appeared as if nothing had happened. Yet Ray was
standing naked at the chest with his pants around his knees and
his cock still hard and jutting out. He was pondering stripping
her and getting her into the bed when she suddenly squatted and
took his cock in hand.

Noits OKyou dont have to he began as he realized she was
going to suck him.

Too late; she went down on him and lovingly laved his cock with
her mouth and tongue. Cleaning the residue of his cum and her
juices from it as she held it gently in her hand; occasionally
glancing up at him. It was an act of subjugation she had learned
that men loved. Ray was no different. He chuckled in enjoyable
defeat as she sucked his cock clean; his hands resting lightly on
her head. He noted her ponytail had been relatively undisturbed
by the sex and how shiny black her hair was where it was pulled
tight at the back of her head. The pony tail bobbed as her head
moved up and down on his cock.

Oh God are we going to have a night, he muttered as he gazed
down on her.

Any moral outrage he may have suffered when Miss Takahashi made
it clear what Mariko was here for was now well and truly driven
from his mind. The thought of his wife Jane and daughter Moppsie
had not even entered into consideration. This beautiful young
Japanese girl was his for the night and by all accounts it was
perfectly legal. His adulterous behavior was not a consideration
as he was surely going to get away with it.

***

The spontaneity of the sex was now over. Ray had the girl until
six in the morning and already he was thinking ahead of how best
to take advantage of her being here. He helped her strip the
uniform and she laid the clothes carefully on the back of the
single armchair in the room. He made her stand before him and
hold her arms out and he inspected her perfect body. Playing with
the firm young breasts and pinching and tweaking her hard little
nipples. He was fascinated by the copper bronze pigment of her
skin. He saw the darker pigment of her labia tips and the shock
of the pink of the inside of her sex. Ray was captivated by how
perfect she was. He instructed her to remove the band on her pony
tail and her hair cascaded over her back and shoulders. He took
the girls face gently in his hands and kissed. She kissed back
and they both enjoyed this small instance of romance. Ray moved
her to the bed and stripped the bulky bedspread, duvet and top
sheet from it leaving the bottom bed sheet and pillows. The room
was warm and there was no need for the bed-covers. This would be
the altar of their sexual worship. He moved her up onto the bed
and straddled her chest, feeding his cock to her mouth. Mariko
lay back with her head propped up by two pillows as she sucked
Rays cock; Ray reaching back and fingering her as he enjoyed
dominance over the teen. He was spoiled for choice and did not
know what to do first. Eventually he got off her and mounted her
missionary position. Mariko lifting her legs so her knees came
back into her armpits. She held her own ankles and Ray proceeded
to fuck her hard. He fucked her this way until he got close to
losing it. He pulled out and made her turn over and slowly went
into her doggie style. He indulged himself in this position for
nearly eight minutes. Marveling at the lithe shape of her body as
he reached under and fondled her breasts and nipples. He was used
to the thicker fuller shape of his wifes torso, and Janes
breasts that hung pendulous and floppy in this position. Mariko
reached a hand back and masturbated herself. He became aware she
was getting aroused and discovered what she was doing to herself.
He stepped up the tit play and became quite rough with her
nipples; squeezing them between his finger and thumb so she
gasped at the pain. Mariko came hard a second time. The mans
cock buried in the young girls body as her own fingers raked
over her clitoris. The pain of his pinching her nipples actually
excited her and acted as a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure
in her sex and groin. She gasped and collapsed as the orgasm
drained her strength and she lay flat on her stomach in a
semi-faint as Ray fucked her more vigorously. Now she was almost
oblivious to what he was doing. He rolled her on her side and
lifted a leg up and fucked her on his knees that way. After three
or four minutes of this position he rolled her on her back and
gathered her legs up over his shoulders and fucked her missionary
position. It was in this position he realized she was mostly out
of it so he slyly indulged himself by pushing a finger into her
tight puckered anus. As he fucked her slowly, he sodomized her
with his middle finger; lubricated by the girls own juices
seeping from her cunt. He could feel his cock through the wall
between rectum and vagina and pushing against the shaft he worked
himself off in a shuddering cum that rocked him from his scalp to
his toes. It was far more powerful than the first release he had
in her, and certainly a cut above conjugal sex with his wife.
Rutting furiously into the prone girl Ray flooded her a second
time. His ego rampant with his success and the control he had
over the girl. This was just perfect. He got her off and then
could indulge himself as he pleased to take his own pleasure. The
hard cum had wasted him and he fell forward in sexual fatigue.
Slowly rolling off the girl and loosely dragging her to him, he
fell into a deep post-sexual sleep.

***

He saw Miss Takahashi at the office on the day he was going
through the contract. She barely acknowledged him and he felt
hurt. Realizing later it was not for her to show familiarity with
him. As he and the Australian Des Carter chatted at the end of
the lunch break before reconvening. Carter suggested he take Ray
to a Geisha house.

A night out with the girls, Ray joked looking around furtively.

Carter stared at him and Ray felt hed made a gaffe.

Its not a knocking shop, carter said rather piqued by Rays
response. The geisha is age old and tradition in Japan, treated
with the utmost respect, he added rather pointedly.

Ray recalled Miss Takahashi had said Carter was married to a
Japanese woman. Obviously he had absorbed the tradition of
respect for the art of Geisha. Ray felt suitably chastised.

I guess the present of Tuesday night was sufficientcertainly
appreciated, he said feeling embarrassed by his gaffe.

Carter looked at him blankly. Ray was confused at the
Australians blank look and the slow realization came to him that
Carter knew nothing of Mariko being brought to his hotel. Carter
gave a small shake of his head and then as the rest of the team
filtered into the room, the men broke to take their seats. Ray
glanced towards the open door and caught a glimpse of Miss
Takahashi. For a brief moment he held her gaze, a question mark
on his face. She looked a little worried and the door was closed
and they lost eye contact. Ray sat down and pondered the
situation. Had Miss Takahashi arranged Mariko without her bosses
knowledge? There was no mention of anything in the limo when they
had ridden from the airport. She had turned up unannounced with
the girl later in the evening. That was it. Miss Takahashi had
taken it upon herself to provide Ray with a concubine. Alleging
it was all provided as a sort of apology for drawing his trip out
by delay. He felt worried he had nearly spilled the beans to
Carter. He would make sure he never mentioned it again to any of
these men.

The contract discussions stalled sometime late in the afternoon.
Ray could not give a commitment to one aspect of the contract and
he was unable to get a hold of his CEO by phone. The Japanese
team was irritable and testy given he did not have a mandate to
make a call he wasnt prepared to take.

Can you stay tomorrow? Carter said rather brusquely. You came
to finalize the wording and we need to do just that.

Im sorry I cant stay any longerIm a day late already, Ray
replied knowing he did want to get home by the weekend.

It wasnt received well and the Japanese team got up and walked
out in disgust leaving Ray with Carter.

I thought you would have taken the decision, Carter said
slouching back in his chair looking at Ray.

Ray didnt like the brash Australian. Full of himself and cocky
with it.

Sorrythis is a major glitch, Ray said. I dont have the
authority to take such a big decision.

Carter shrugged and stood and left the room without a word. Ray
was certain he was being outmaneuvered and had fended them off.
He returned to the hotel feeling dejected and somewhat angry he
had been put upon in the way he had. He felt like hed been dry
gulched. The ambiguity of the contract language was there before
they got together and he felt it was deliberate. That hed been
expected to miss it. As he sat on the bed changing out of his
business clothes he thought back on the night with Mariko. It had
ended near dawn when she had woken him when she had slipped to
the bathroom. On her return, Ray initiated a third bout of sex.
Pulling the small girls head to his cock and she leaned over him
and sucked him lovingly. He spun her round and they went
sixty-nine. Mariko became aroused and he rolled her over, still
in sixty-nine and brought her off. The girl losing all will to
suck him she was so beside herself with his attention between her
legs. He balled her on her back with her legs pushed back and her
hips up off the bed as he fucked her vigorously. He didnt last
more than four or five minutes and the girl groaned and moaned
when he went so deep and hard into her. Ray came noisily and
wrung another intense cum from his body. The pair passed out in
sexual gratification once more. Both were aroused by the phone
ringing at five thirty. It was a wake-up call Ray had not
reserved. He reasoned Miss Takahashi had probably ordered it. She
arrived promptly at six oclock as she had said. Impeccably
groomed and smartly dress in a dark pinstripe suit of jacket and
skirt.

I trust you had an enjoyable night, she had said raising an
eyebrow knowingly.

Mariko made a small giggle and said something in Japanese to
which Miss Takahashi looked pleased. Ray decided hed passed with
flying colors. When they left Ray asked Miss Takahashi if he
would see her again. After all today was free due to the
unavailability of her companys principal negotiator.

I can collect you and we can do some sightseeing later this
morning if you wish, she had replied.

Ray agreed and she had returned near noon in the car she had
collected him from the airport in and they spent the afternoon
sightseeing. Try as he might to get closer to the stunning woman,
Miss Takahashi rebuffed him gently such that by the end of the
day there had been nothing to identify she was remotely
interested in him sexually. She was a professional with her
impeccable manners and astute observations about him. She dropped
him off near six that evening and Ray felt somehow hollow the day
had not panned out as he wished. Flushed by his success with the
young Mariko, he had yearned to try the older Miss Takahashi. Now
there wasnt even the prospect of Mariko this night to satisfy
him. He spent the evening wracked in morbid guilt about his
infidelity to Jane. At least the next day he faced the challenge
of the contract discussions to keep his mind of his cheating with
a girl who was way under age in American terms. Questionable
satisfaction to him she was legal here in Japan. His moral
dilemma had returned to trouble him.

And now a day that had started out OK had stalled and here he was
faced with returning to Seattle with no progress of consequence.
His company needed this deal. Not so much the Japanese who had
options, albeit less favorable in context. There was a knock at
his door just after seven oclock. It was fortunate he was in as
he was going to go out for dinner. But due to his lethargic state
of mind, because of his guilt over the sexual escapade with
Mariko and the stalled contract discussions, he took room
service. He opened the door and saw Miss Takahashi standing
there. He quickly scanned the corridor hoping she had Mariko but
she was alone.

Can we talk? she said simply.

There seemed a seriousness about her he hadnt seen before. She
was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a light grey silk
blouse and she looked delectable. Ray ushered her in with a
forced smile and a small flourish of his hand. After Ray closed
the door she stood holding her pocket book in front of her.
Shielding the swell of her crotch in her tight slacks from his
gaze.

I need to talk candidly, she said.

Ray noted a steeliness about her expression. Gone was the warmth
hed detected from the first moment he had met her.

Of course, Ray answered, intrigued as to what this was about.

She opened her pocket book and took out a memory stick.

I have here a file that might help you come to agreement over
the current impasse in the contract discussions she said holding
the stick up for him to see.  I can show you the contents of the
file on your laptop, she continued looking at it set up on the
table.

Of course, Ray said quietly walking to the laptop wondering
what she might have to help.

She followed and handed him the memory stick and he inserted it
in his laptop. The folder opened automatically and he saw a
single file.

Open it, she said bluntly.

Ray glanced at her, worried by her demeanor towards him. It
appeared the file was a video clip. Ray stood watching the screen
as a room came into frame and he saw himself at the door of this
very room with the youthful Mariko standing at the end of the
bed. A look of shock came over his face and he quickly scanned
the ceiling and realized a smoke detector just above and to the
left of where he was standing was obviously the point from where
the video was recorded. He peered at it and noted a small dark
hole adjacent to the green power light. He looked back at the
video and saw Mariko retreat to the bed and lie back and open her
legs; Ray walking to between the girls legs held up and wide and
he knew what else was to follow.

Whats this about, he said dully staring at himself fondling
the girls crotch on the video.

Mariko is actually a middle school girl. Shes
twelve, Miss Takahashi said coming up to stand beside Ray with
her arms folded.

 She is what is known as a honey trapyou understand Mr.
Johnson? she said turning to look at him.

Ray turned to look at her; a chill running through his body. He
understood the term.

You have been caught in a honey trap, she said looking at him.
You will see to it that the contract document goes through with
the language, or intent, it currently has, she continued evenly.
You can change words to save face by suggesting you brokered a
compromise but the intent and meaning must not change, she
continued.

Ray swallowed hard and felt the anger in him rising slowly. She
sensed his anger and turned to face him.

Under US law what we are watching makes you a sex tourist and a
pedophile. The fact it takes place outside the US means nothing.
You can be prosecuted and convicted should a complaint from
the girls family reach US authorities with this video, she said
matter-of-factly and she wandered away and turned to face him
confidently. You are, as you say in America, screwed.

Ray stared at the video noting he was now performing oral sex on
the girl. It did not show close up but the picture of what was
happening was clear. He felt a rush of dread and he began to
sweat and felt like shit. He stood with his head bowed. Not
looking at the scene on the laptop nor at Miss Takahashi;
pondering her words and what to do. He knew she was right. Hed
been sucked in; tasted the honey and had gone along easily.

Do you understand the implications here Mr. Johnson? she asked
after a giving him a moment of silence to think about his
situation.

Ray understood full well. His life would be ruined. The
acceptance of the contract document as it stood was not evenly
pitched for both companies. His company was at greater risk if
the venture did not succeed. But he had a serious concern about
his own well-being. His freedom, his familys future. It would all
be destroyed. Hed be jailed with much fanfare as surrounds this
sort of thing. Moppsie would be lost to him; Jane would see to
that. His parents and friends would all scorn him for his heinous
crime. He had no choice. They had him and they knew it.

Let me come up with some new wording, he said wearily turning
to look at her.

Excellent Mr. Johnsonvery wise, she said with a smile.

She walked passed him and stood holding the door handle ready to
leave.

You can keep that file. I have copies. I assure you they will be
destroyed once the contract is signed, she said trying to sound
generous.

As she opened the door she added: ohthe smoke detector is back
to normal. You wont find any evidence of a camera. You can
indulge yourself in whatever men do alone in hotel rooms when on
business, she added with a smirk.

She left the room. Ray lashed out and brushed the laptop from the
table as he noted the scene had shifted to where he was taking
off his clothes.

Evil conniving little bitch, he snarled; but he knew she was
not the architect of his entrapment.

He picked the laptop up and noted the memory stick had been
damaged when the device fell. He wouldnt be able to view it; not
that he wanted to. He checked the laptop and satisfied it was OK
he sat back on the armchair and stared sullenly at the desktop
screen. He was fuckedscrewed as she had rightly said. After a
few moments of miserable reflection he sighed and got up and sat
in front of the laptop. He opened a Word copy of the document and
slowly paged down to the section causing the grief. Staring at
the paragraph needing agreement, he started to formulate
different words for the same meaning. Just as she had suggested
he might do to imply he had found a solution to the issue with
new language. He would have to convince his boss. That would be
hard but necessary; otherwise he was going to jail for a long
time.

The End

2011 Bria Gypsy.

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