by York, Mattie
Now, she knew what the girls at Shibuya’s Girls School meant when they teased her about the tiny Japanese men, holding up their pinkies and laughing. “Find yourself a tall blonde German,” one older girl has said, holding up a banana and shaking it at Chieko, “then you will know happiness.” Chieko thought for sure Joe must be German with his blonde hair, blue eyes and gigantic pink hard penis.
“What do you like about it?”
“It is very large, and very hard.”
“Good, I like that. Yes, you may suck it.”
Chieko leaned forward and tried to wrap her fingers around him but her small fingers barely reached around the width of it. She moved closer and opened her mouth wide but she could barely fit the first half in. Her mouth fought against her, and she had to concentrate to stop herself from gagging. She did want to please Joe but Chieko was shocked at how large it really was. She decided to use both hands, wrapping them around the giant shaft and squeezing, twisting and pulling him up and down like a corkscrew, while she licked and sucked the top like a lollipop.
“Yes,” Joe moaned, “I like that. You do have some skills. Chieko smiled glad that he was enjoying her adaptations.
“Now my balls,” he reached down and held out one testicle for Chieko. “Just one. Take it and hold it in your mouth.” Chieko grimaced. She had never done that before. As she sucked it gently into her mouth, Joe moaned and stroked himself furiously. Chieko tried to concentrate, to keep the whole testicle in her mouth, but his balls were so big and hairy and his fingers kept scratching the side of her face, she let them go.
“What? Why did you stop? I didn’t say stop.”
“I’m sorry,” she pushed her lips out in a pout, “but I couldn’t help it. You are too big. I want you inside me.”
“Ok,” Joe smiled. “but you must put a condom on me, with your mouth.”
“Yes, ok,” Chieko smiled then reached over to the nightstand where a stack of condoms sat waiting. She opened a packet and took out the lubricated plastic sheaf. Carefully biting the tip of the condom with her teeth, she tried to slide the plastic down with her lips. She thought condoms were supposed to fit every size. But by the time she had worked the plastic to the base, Joe’s penis was purple. Afraid that it might be cutting off his circulation, Chieko glanced up at Joe, but he didn’t notice anything wrong with it. And she certainly didn’t want to suggest sex without a condom.
“Wait,” Joe put his hand between Chieko’s legs, stopping her as she climbed on top of him. “What do you say?”
“Huh? Oh yes,” she smiled coyly, slowly swiveling her hips until she could feel his tip tickle her wet lips, “please, can I go down?”
“Go down on what?”
“Go down on your very big penis.”
“Good girl,” Joe smiled and leaned back. “Yes, you may fuck me.”
Chieko put her hands on Joe’s shoulders and began to lower herself down, groaning in pleasure as she felt him sliding in. But then she stopped. It wouldn’t go any deeper. She tried to lower further, but it hurt. It was just too big. Not sure what to do, she carefully eased herself up until it felt good and then stayed there; grinding her hips around, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Joe opened one eye and looked at her. “I thought you wanted to fuck me? Why are you playing with me?” He pushed her off of him and rolled her over onto her back. “Now it is time to stop playing games. Spread your legs and take it like a good girl.” He grunted as he pushed her legs apart with his knees and moved into position. “Here is what you asked for.”
Chieko cried out as Joe pushed himself in deep. It felt like something inside was being torn apart. “Move your hands and let me fuck you properly,” he growled. Chieko gritted her teeth but she removed her hands from his shoulders. Without any restraint, Joe pushed in as hard as he could. It felt like his penis was hitting the back of her pelvic bone trying to smash it. She arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut trying to block out the pain. “Stop fighting it,” Joe grunted. “Show me how much you like it. I want to hear you moan.”
Chieko kept her eyes closed and tried not to notice Joe’s sweat dripping onto her chest. “Oh, you’re so good.” Chieko muttered, as she rolled her fingers into fists and pushed them into the small of her back lifting her hips and rocking them in rhythm with Joe’s thrusts. “Yes, oh,” she gasped out through gritted teeth, “oh yes.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“What?” Chieko eyes flashed open.
Joe was staring intensely at her from above. “I need you. Be a good girl and tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you,” Chieko gasped.
“Tell me you need me,” Joe squeezed the skin on Chieko’s legs.
“I need you,” Chieko’s teeth were clenched.
“Again,” Joe pumped himself faster, his face turning red, “louder!”
“I need you,” Chieko shouted.
“Don’t you feel it?” he panted, “the connection?”
“What?” Chieko looked up Joe’s red face and bloodshot eyes in disgust and then turned her face away.
Joe slowed down and leaned on one elbow, gathering up her long hair in his fist. He pulled it back hard, wrenching Chieko’s head back to face him. Holding her hair in his grip, he lowered her face close to hers. “You love me. Tell me you love me.”
“No. I can’t”
“Tell me you love me!”
Chieko closed her eyes and moaned, hoping Joe would think she was caught up in the passion of the moment.
“No!” Joe slapped the side of her leg. “Tell me you love me!”
Chieko’s eyes flickered but stayed closed. “Oh, oh, so good,” she moaned louder.
“Say it,” Joe slapped her across the face. “Say it!”
Chieko’s eyes flashed open and she glared at him.
“Say it,” Joe traced the imprint he had just made on her face and then reached down to wrap his fingers around her throat.
“I love you,” Chieko whispered.
“Again,” Joe’s fingers gripped tighter.
“I love you,” Chieko gasped.
“Louder,” Joe roared, his fingers squeezing tight as he pumped furiously.
“I love you!” Chieko screamed.
Joe groaned, shuddered and then collapsed on top of her. Slowly he released his grip and relaxed the full weight of his body onto Chieko. She tried to catch her breath as she stared at the ceiling, pinned by Joe’s body, his sweat dripping over her.
“Damn. Good girl. Very good Japanese girl,” he sputtered as he rolled over, peeled off the condom and threw it on the floor. He leaned over, kissed Chieko on the forehead then lay back and closed his eyes.
Chieko lay still, waiting until she heard his breathing turn to heavy snores. Then, slowly and painfully, she got up and got dressed. She took the envelope from the nightstand and quietly let herself out the door. She had just reached the elevator when her cell phone rang. “Ok, I’ll be down in a moment.” As she hung up the call, her legs began to shiver uncontrollably. Pressing the stop button on the elevator, she sank down against the wall. She tried to hold back the tears as she looked up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened. It had been so intense. Too intense. And so painful. Burying her head in her hands, her body shook. Sobbing, she realized where she was again. Trapped underneath a man.
21
“Alexandria.” The very sight of Joseph sent Alex’s already racing heart aflutter. He took her by the shoulders and kissed her slowly on both cheeks. Keeping ahold of her shoulders, Joseph stepped back and whistled between his teeth. “Beautiful,” he murmured, “just beautiful.” Alex was pleased that the hour she had spent straightening her hair, doing her makeup and deciding on the perfect pale pink sweater set had been time well spent. “So, how is Alexandria?” Joseph wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and guided her into his suite.
“I am fine. How are you?”
“Busy. These days, very busy.”
“Really? How so?”
“No. Such boring conversation, talking about my business. No, not today, I want to talk to you, about Alexandria.”
“Ok,” Alex smiled. She was happy to talk about anything with Joseph. She walked into the hotel suite and headed towards the sofa, but Joseph stopped her.
“I am hungry. Are you hungry?”
“Sure.”
“Ok. Wait a moment,” Joseph kissed Alex on the cheek then dashed off into the bedroom. Now what? Alex wondered as she wandered to the window and back again. Doesn’t he want me today either? Is he not attracted to me? But he must be, right? I mean, he did just say I was beautiful. And he did make this appointment. And his eyes, the way he looks at me. No, of course he is interested. She turned to walk back to the window when Joseph walked out of the bedroom, pulling a black cable knit sweater over his head. Damn. Alex’s heart skipped more than one beat. She hadn’t thought he could get any more handsome, but there he was.
“We go?” Joseph smiled and reached for Alex’s hand.
They took the elevator down to the ground floor and walked hand in hand through the elegant lobby of the Royal York hotel. “So,” Joseph paused on the hotel steps basking in the warm afternoon sun, “where do we go?”
The only restaurants Alex knew in the area were food courts along the PATH where she used to spend her lunch hours while she worked at the TD bank. That and the Marché Movenpick. Which she only knew because her ex-boyfriend took her there, before he took her to the Lion King. That had been her big Valentine’s Day surprise. Ugh. Well not completely ugh. It had been a nice idea. Too bad it was all his mother’s idea. However, it was not what Alex had wanted to do. Especially since he had told her it was a ‘black tie’ surprise. Alex had gotten all dressed up in a long black slinky dress with stiletto sandals and their seats were in the second balcony! Alex still shuddered when she remembered how she had to sit in all her finery at the back of the theatre, surrounded by a Chinese tour group in jeans and Toronto sweatshirts while her ex happily munched away on popcorn that his mother had packed for him in a brown paper bag.
“This way,” Joseph wrapped his arm around Alex's shoulders, pulling her closer and turned up Yonge Street. “Ah Alexandria,” he sighed, “when will you marry me?” Alex laughed. He was kidding, wasn’t he? Of course he was. But it didn’t stop her heart from flipping. A girl can get used to this, she thought, strolling down the street, the warm sun on her face and Joseph’s arm wrapped protectively around her.
Alex mentally flipped through her other clients as they meandered up the street wondering why none of them were so charming. She had only had a few so far. She was still working through her ‘first dozen’ or so, but why did no other client stand out so much? They were all relatively the same. Old-ish desperate-ish, over worked married business men in suit who didn’t feel appreciated or sexed up enough at home. What was it that made all these men go out and cheat on their wives? And pay for it? Did they just outgrow their wives? Did they need to feel young again?
Ok, she conceded it was probably difficult for a busy, 50 year old family man to pick up single interested girls. I mean, Alex wouldn’t have looked twice at any of her other clients if she had met them under different circumstances. They definitely weren’t the suave night club type. And how would they explain to their wives the need to stay so late at work? So, escorts were convenient. But shouldn’t they be having sex with their wives?
But then Alex had to remind herself, she wouldn’t have this job if men didn’t cheat on their wives. That’s probably how prostitution started anyways. A day, ok maybe a week after the first marriage, a brothel appeared next door. Why bother with your own wife. Too much work there. What, patience? Love? Forget that. A quick visit during a long lunch hour. No strings attached. Satisfaction and no guilt. No jealous mistresses. No danger of angry calls to their wives revealing everything. Clean and easy.
Alex wrapped her arm around Joseph’s waist. Why was this one so different? Her other clients were pretty obvious in their expectations. They had no interest in getting to know her. No need to romance her. One of her clients literally hid behind the door when she entered and then checked the hall before he closed the door to make sure no one saw them. He barely asked her name, just got undressed talking about the weather.
Joseph stopped and stepped under a shaded alcove, opening the small door. “Let’s eat here,” he smiled and pulled back a short blue curtain, leading Alex into a quiet Japanese restaurant. The hostess, dressed in a beautiful royal blue kimono, appeared from behind the door and bowed silently. Motioning them to follow, she led them down a narrow hallway lined with private dining rooms. Small groupings of abandoned shoes stood in front of each papered doorway. Besides the soft sound of running water, coming from some unseen fountain, and the muffled padding of socked footsteps, the restaurant was still and peaceful. The hostess slid open a paper door to reveal a private room with a low table surrounded by straw mats and silk cushions. She waited while Joseph and Alex took off their shoes, and stepped inside the tiny room, sitting across from each other, then silently slid the door shut.
Alex eyed the silk pillows that were stacked along the walls. Does he want to do something here? But Joseph already had the menu open and was poring over its selections of sushi, sashimi and noodles. Not a fan of raw fish, slippery eels, squid or whatever else was on the menu, Alex sat in silence, admiring the Japanese painted screen. Two tall white cranes soared through a sky of gold towards a landscape of craggy blue mountains in the distance.
The hostess returned bringing two damp hand towel rolls and a bamboo tray holding a square jade green tea pot. She knelt by the side of the table and gracefully poured the warm tea into two small cups and then stood by the door with her head down. Joseph closed the menu and winked at Alex. Then he turned and spoke to the hostess in Japanese. Alex was stunned. This man knows Japanese now too? Smiling, the hostess, took the menu from him, bowed and left the room.
“How do you know how to speak Japanese?”
“Ah, I went to university in Japan, Tskuba University, but that was a long time ago.”
“And what did you order? How do you know I will like it?”
“Oh,” Joseph had a dimple on his left side that showed when he smiled, “but you will. Here,” he held up the pot of green tea and poured some for Alex “have some more. It’s very good, no?”
Finishing his tea in one gulp, Joseph put down the cup and reached for Alex’s hand. “You must have been a very pretty little girl. So blond, so white. This color of your skin,” Joseph caressed her hand, “it intoxicates me. Tell me about yourself.”
“Well,” she blushed, “what do you want to know?”
“Anything, everything. Why did you decide to escort?”
“I’m not exactly sure. I was bored with my old job. And I couldn’t find an exciting job that I liked. Plus, I really needed to make more money than I was making. I don’t want to lose my car.”
“So, this is exciting for you?”
“Well, my current client certainly is.” Joseph raised his eyebrows and she laughed. “No, I’m not sure yet, I haven’t done this very long.”
“You are very interesting. Ah, but seriously, will you do this for a long time?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, can I tell you the truth?”
“But of course, you should always be honest.”
“Ok,” she hesitated. “You were my first client.”
“What? No, I can’t believe it.”
“It’s true. Angela only hired me a few weeks ago. My first appointment was when I came to your hotel room. Which may explain to you why I wasn’t sure what to do.”
“No, you are perfect.”
“You’re sweet,” Alex wasn’t sure if she should have just told him that.
“No, this is the truth.”
The door slid open and two servers brought in several platters of sushi, sashimi, and bowls of miso soup. Joseph dropped Alex’s hand and they both pic
ked up their chopsticks. They made small talk about Toronto and Joseph’s business as they ate. Alex hoped she wasn’t just imagining it, but she felt as if her confession had lightened the air.
“I had a great day,” Alex kissed Joseph’s cheek as they walked back to the Royal York. She twirled her new silver chain through her fingers and smiled. After lunch, they had walked down
Yonge Street, window shopping and enjoying the glorious late spring weather. Those first real days of warm sunshine, when you could finally walk around in only a light sweater, always filled Alex with joy and excitement for the glorious summer days ahead. And Alex hoped that this summer would be magical, how could it not with this exquisite man paying to spend time with her? A man who could send a million little sparks exploding throughout her body just by standing close to her. Joseph had completely surprised her by taking her into Tiffany’s after lunch. He had insisted on buying a silver chain for her; a small thank you for her honesty.
“It really is beautiful, you didn’t have to.”
“Stop, it’s for you. Plus it looks perfect around your neck. It couldn’t have been made for anyone else.” Joseph leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Again, a lovely afternoon, my Alexandria.”
“Ok, then. Thank you. I did have a great afternoon.”
“Yes,” Joseph stepped back to admire the way Alex’s hair shone like pure gold in the afternoon sun. He slowly swept his eyes down the length of her body and back up again. As his gaze reached her face, their eyes met. There was a slight hesitation, Joseph’s head tilted to the side and his eyes flickered. Take me upstairs. Take me now, Alex silently pleaded. She could see a spark ignite in Joseph’s eyes. Then he blinked, kissed Alex softly on the cheek and walked away.
22
“It is open for you.”
Pushing the door open, Chieko peeked inside. A leather armchair sat in the middle of the room, facing the door. Mr. Forester, Chieko’s new client sat watching her. “Close the door.”