Lesbian Billionaire

by Olivia Hampshire

  Billy Ann had booked Debbie first class on an overnight flight to Tokyo and she was set to leave in a few hours. The women helped Debbie pack and get ready for her trip, then they gave her kisses goodbye and wished her well as she headed off to the airport. Debbie popped a specially designed drug that assisted in sleeping but did not make the user drowsy or have any bad side effects once she was in her seat. She quickly fell into a deep sleep, where she dreamed about having a romantic sexual encounter with Wenjiao. They were back at the debutante ball, and this time Wenjiao agreed to go back with Debbie to her hotel. Debbie assisted Wenjiao in unzipping her dress, admiring the delicate curve of her back. Before she could even finish unzipping there was a loud sound of breaking glass as a team of ninjas busted through the window and grabbed Wenjiao and tried to escape with her. Debbie removed her gun from her holster and took aim, but the ninjas were moving too fast and sneakily with their ninja tricks. Debbie hit one of them, and the ninja fell to the ground as the others escaped into the night. When she removed the mask from the dead ninja’s face, she was shocked to see it was Wenjiao. She awoke from her dream with a start, and heard the flight attendant announcing that they were now beginning their descent into Tokyo.

  Debbie took a taxi from her plane to a very expensive love hotel, a type of hotel popular in Japan, where people often rented out rooms by the hour in order to have sex. The rooms had all sorts of crazy themes, interesting beds and devices, like restraint chairs, and there were vending machines and room service that provided sex toys. This particular love hotel was one of the most expensive in all of Japan and the owner of the hotel was a good friend of Harriet’s. She had been informed ahead of time about Debbie’s arrival, and although she was not there to greet Debbie in person, she had provided all the amenities. When Debbie checked in, she was greeted by a friendly concierge who spoke English. As was typical of love hotels, the glass was only see-through up to the chin area. That protected the patron’s privacy, and saved them from any embarrassment of having to make eye contact with the hotel staff. Everything was, however, being recorded on cameras, Debbie noticed. She was given the keys to her room, and instructed towards to elevator. She took it up to the fifth floor, and found a beautiful room that was decorated in princess style. The closet had a variety of princess costumes that the person who rented the room could wear in order to get more into their fantasy. Everything was pink and sparkly and satin, and there was a big, heart-shaped pink hot tub filled with sparkly water.

  Feeling tired from her long flight, Debbie undressed and got into the hot water, letting her muscles relax. After about ten minutes, she heard a light knock on the door. She wrapped a towel around herself and put on some slippers and went to the door. She welcomed inside a beautiful Japanese woman, who did not speak any English. The woman was dressed in a tight bathing suit that was basically see-through, her large breasts with their large brown nipples and her hairy pussy clearly visible. She guided Debbie back into the warm water and began to give her a massage. She was very good, with her powerful, petite hands, and Debbie felt all of the soreness from the long flight instantly melting away. When she had finished with her back and neck, the girl began to massage her head and hair until Debbie was fully relaxed. Then she went frontal, rubbing Debbie’s breasts and massaging her tits until Debbie’s nipples were rock hard and her pussy jumped a little each time the Japanese girl grazed her sensitive nipples.

  Debbie learned that the Japanese are truly masters with their hands. The girl manipulated Debbie’s nipples until she found herself cumming, and hard, just from the nipple stimulation. Her knees were weak like jelly, and when the girl began to manipulate her pussy with one hand, Debbie thought she had died and gone to heaven. There was something about the pressure and the tempo of the Japanese girl’s touch that felt different from anything that Debbie had ever experienced before. It was the very definition of sensuality. Debbie tried to rub the girl’s breasts, which were heaving from her swimsuit, her nipples pert and erect, but the girl pushed her hand away gently but firmly, indicating that she was here to provide pleasure only. Somehow, the rejection made Debbie even hornier, and before she knew it she felt herself giving in to the manipulations of the girl’s hands and releasing herself to multiple orgasms.

  The Japanese girl helped Debbie out of the pool and toweled her off. She dried herself as well, and put on one of the extra robes that the hotel had provided. She guided Debbie to the bed where she had her lay down naked as the girl worked her tongue on her. If it was possible, her tongue was even better than her hand. She swirled Debbie’s swollen clit in her mouth, getting Debbie hot and worked up. Debbie hit one of the buttons on the side of the bed and the television turned on to a steamy Japanese porno. Debbie watched as the girl went to town on her, lapping up all of her sweet juices. Debbie had already cum a few times that night, and she wasn’t going to give in easy. The Japanese girl was persistent, and Debbie never heard a note of complaint for the thirty minutes of pussy eating required to give her the final orgasm of the night. After she filled the girl’s mouth with her hot pussy juice she was ready for bed. The Japanese girl gulped everything down, licking her lips in a seductive gesture, and then she told Debbie in very broken English to look in the bedside drawer. Debbie complied, turning on her back and reaching for the dresser drawer. Inside, she found a note in a plain white envelope. She pulled it out, and when she rolled back over she saw that the Japanese girl had vanished. Debbie opened the note. In a beautiful, crisp English script was written, “Go to the Nezu Shrine and find the fortune teller named Satsuki.” Debbie fell asleep, exhausted from her travels.

  Chapter 4, In A Cold Sweat

  The next day Debbie woke up refreshed and ready to travel to the Nezu Shrine. She boarded the crowded Tokyo trains, marveling at how many people were able to fit in one train car, and how polite everyone was. When she got to the Nezu Shrine she was greeted by majestic, ancient beauty. There was a wonderful azalea garden full of beautiful flowers. There were red gate structures that were the symbol of the Shinto shrine that Debbie walked through. She felt like she was back in old Japan. She saw miko shrine girls sweeping and attending to the needs of the shrine, and she saw a priest with an interesting hat and a sort of wand with white paper diamonds who was blessing a newborn baby. The proud new parents were dressed in beautiful kimono.

  Debbie asked one of the shrine girls for a Satsuki. The girl nodded, and told Debbie to follow her. She led her to an aged old shaman named Satsuki. The girl told her that the fortune teller did not speak English, but she would perform a divination and write down her findings on a slip of paper. The girl promised she would do her best to help Debbie translate it. The fortune teller said a long incantation in Japanese that Debbie could not understand, and then she sat in meditation for what seemed like hours. Finally, she wrote down in cursive on a small piece of rice paper a single word. The shrine girl told her it was a name, “Hakutaku.” She explained to Debbie that the Chinese characters meant “white swamp,” but that hakutaku was a name for a legendary beast that has a body like a sheep and many eyes. The hakutaku was believed to eat bad dreams and evil experience, and many people in ancient Japan would hang up pictures of the beast outside of their homes to ward off bad experiences. She apologized to Debbie, telling her that she wasn’t sure what this fortune meant.

  Unable to do much more, Debbie had a peaceful meal at a small mom and pop style restaurant on the outskirts of the shrine compound. She enjoyed some delicious soba noodles, served cold style with vegetable and shrimp tempura. The meal came with a delicious green tea that tasted better than any tea Debbie had ever tasted. Refreshed from the meal, Debbie tried asking the owners if they knew anything about “Hakutaku,” but they shook their heads and told her that they couldn’t explain in English. “It is a monster,” they said, shrugging their shoulders.

  That night Debbie called Billy Ann and gave her the name “Hakutaku.” She asked her to find out whatever she could. Then she popped one of the e
xtra sleeping pills from the plane and fell into a deep sleep. In this dream, she envisioned a huge white beast with the body of a goat and a large head with many eyes and sharp teeth devouring Wenjiao. When Debbie tried to use her martial arts on the beast to stop it, it simply disappeared into thin air, leaving an eviscerated Wenjiao behind. Debbie awoke in a cold sweat.

  Chapter 5, Tightly Bound and Wrapped

  While she was out shopping in Harajuku, passing the time, Debbie got a phone call. It was from Billy Ann, who told her that Penelope had tracked down the possible meaning of the name “Hakutaku.” It was the name of an extremely exclusive, very secretive sex club in downtown Tokyo. Billy Ann gave Debbie the address, and suggested she show up there that night and see if there was some way to gain access to the hotel. Debbie continued her shopping, figuring she would need a killer outfit to get her into one of the most exclusive sex clubs in Japan. There were lots of specialty stores in Japan catering to all sorts of needs, and she ended up finding a nice, gothic type outfit created by Vivienne Westwood. She picked out a tight fitting black leather strapless dress that showed off the top half of her breasts in some delicious cleavage. She bought a matching gold and black Baia necklace. Now all she needed was shoes and she struggled a bit with shoe shopping, and the Japanese sizes were so completely different. Finally, she found a pair of nice black heels that complimented her dress and she felt ready to go.

  That night she showed up outside of the Hakutaku. It was literally an underground club. There was a small white door at street level. Debbie saw all sorts of well-dressed, sexy men and women entering and descending down the stair case. Debbie followed one of the couples in. At the bottom of the stairs was a sign listing the prices for admission. Single men needed to pay a hefty price to get in, couples a little less than half, and single women could get admission for free. The person in charge of admission was dressed in heavy bondage with a black leather mask over his face with zippers at the eyes and mouth. He frowned at Debbie, a white woman, trying to come into the club. Debbie handed him the slip of paper on which the name of the club was written, and somehow that was enough to alleviate his anxiety. He looked her up and down and then opened a heavy steel door and let her enter the club.

  What was inside made Debbie’s eyes goggle. It was a hard core sex club. There were naked men and women suspended from the ceiling by hooks, lots of people who appeared to be dressed as vampires, and all sorts of gothic looking people with multiple piercings. There were men engaged in extreme cock and ball torture on stage, and people with split lizard tongues and shaved teeth. It was a real freak show. There were some very sexy looking women, but it was hard to focus on them with all of the strange stuff going on around her. Several men and women approached Debbie and tried to get her to play with them, but she wasn’t interested. She was sure that someone in this club had information for her. She got a drink and sat down in front of one of the stages where a young couple was engaged in erotic play while suspended by their nipples from the ceiling. She watched with disengaged curiosity, barely sipping from her drink. Finally, the moment that she was waiting for came. She felt a tap on her shoulder as someone slid into the seat next to her. He was a noble looking Japanese man with a modern twist on an old school topknot haircut. He was wearing a loose robe with his flaccid penis hanging out. He told Debbie that the owner of the Hakutaku wanted to speak with her privately.

  The man led Debbie to a far back room. Inside, Debbie saw an old grandma with a fluff of blue hair atop of her head dressed in a leather dominatrix outfit sitting behind a desk. “Surprised to see someone so old?” the woman laughed. Debbie shook her head, and bowed politely. The grandma introduced herself as Kiku, and Debbie was surprised to discover that she knew Harriet. “Quite intimately, in fact,” Kiku laughed. “I had her as a bitch back way long ago when I was still a young woman,” she laughed again, heartily to herself, relishing the memory. “But I digress, I know you are here on a mission. One of my men gave me the slip of paper from the fortune teller. You have been led here by a divine spirit. Because of my allegiance to Harriet, and my love for all things good, I will help you. Tell me, what has brought you here, my dear?” Debbie told Kiku about how a young Chinese woman had gone missing, and it was believed she had been abducted into the Asian sex trade. Debbie had come to Japan to try to get some information about who might have kidnapped Wenjiao, and how she could get her back. Kiku nodded, indicated she understood the situation. She asked Debbie to provide her with a physical description of Wenjiao, and she listened carefully, nodding all the while. “I think I have an idea where this girl may be,” Kiku told Debbie, “but in order to give you the information, you must do something for me.” Debbie nodded. “I want you to be part of one of the performances tonight,” Kiku told her. “We have a famous shibari, robe torture, master here tonight. I would like you to be one of the participants in his performance.” Debbie knew a bit about shibari, although she shuddered to think what the old masters in Japan might do to her. Still, she needed to find Wenjiao, and she agreed.

  Debbie was stripped and led out onto a bright stage, where a wrinkled old man who was wearing a black mask with a long nose that looked like some sort of demon face and white cloth wrappings. He brought out a long length of red cord and began to tie Debbie up in intricate, complicated knots. Her tits were bound very tightly and were bulging through the ropes, turning red, then purple. They felt like they were going to explode. When her whole body was tightly bound and wrapped, she was hoisted into the air by rope and suspended above the stage. Debbie slowly spun, suspended high in the air, her circulation getting cut off in her tits and several limbs, enduring this torture in front of a crowd of foreign faces. All of the onlookers seemed very satisfied, and they looked reflective as they gazed at the beauty of the old master’s workmanship. Debbie felt like she was going to pass out, and she wondered how much more she could endure, beautiful as it all was. The old man danced an erotic, ritualistic dance beneath her for the crowd. It was very painful, but highly artistic. Debbie was sure it didn’t hurt as much as being suspended by hooks, and she was glad that she hadn’t been forced to endure that sort of torture.

  Finally, after thirty minutes, Debbie was lowered to the ground and untied. The crowd clapped at the performance politely, and then Debbie was free to go back to the private room where Kiku was waiting and get dressed. Pleased that Debbie had held up her end of the bargain, Kiku made good on her promise and she provided Debbie with some information about Wenjiao. She told Debbie that there was a very large sex slave market in China. Every month the finest girls were presented and an audience would live bid on the girls. To the highest bidder went the prize. These people came from all over Asia, and they took the girls to various countries. If Debbie didn’t want to lose the trial completely, she would need to go to the auction and hopefully find Wenjiao.

  Debbie thanked Kiku graciously. Debbie had a lot of money, and Harriet was filthy rich. There was no way someone would be able to outbid her on Wenjiao. She would just go to the auction, place the highest bid, win Wenjiao, and take her back home to America, where she belonged. It was so simple. Debbie returned to her hotel feeling hopeful. She took a final, long hot soak in her pink heart hot tub, letting her sore breasts get some water therapy. She was feeling confident for the first time since she had arrived in Asia, and she was sure that Wenjiao was close within her reach. She hoped that once she rescued the girl, she might be rewarded with some hot sex. It was definitely a long time coming.

  Chapter 6, Broken English

  Debbie got off the plane in Shanghai. The city was crowded and hot, and she was a bit dismayed to see how ragged the Olympics had left the city. It was totally different than Japan, which had been super clean and a lot of people spoke English. Debbie was glad that at least she had gotten some Mandarin practice a few weeks ago with Wenjiao, because there was definitely no one who would be able to help her out here if she got lost. From the airport she took the Maglev magnetic levitating train
that took passengers to and from the Pudong airport. It was kind of cool. When she got off the Maglev, there were many lines of people waiting for taxi services. There were also many Chinese men that approached her, speaking in broken English and telling her they could give her a cheap ride. Debbie knew they were scam artists, and not just because there were signs everywhere warning foreigners not to take rides from anyone who was not at the designated taxi stops. Debbie told them to screw off in Chinese, surprising the greedy scammers.

  There was a limousine that had already been arranged to pick her up, and Debbie headed to the limo waiting area. While she was waiting, she overheard some young Chinese girls talking about an ancient sex school, where they taught the sexual magic of the Taoist ancestors. Debbie was intrigued. She had some time to kill before the auction began, and she was looking for fun things to do around the city. She took note of the name and street address of the school, and when her limo arrived she got inside and left the girls behind. As the limo drove into the city Debbie noticed that the sky got darker and darker. They were literally driving into a giant cloud of smog. Debbie wondered how people could live like that, but she guessed it was no worse than the giant fast food chains or the big farm industries that were poisoning hapless American citizens and ruining their health. There was a lot of poverty around her, but there was also some extreme wealth. Amid the crowded streets and the old, poor people biking around with mounds of what seemed like garbage strapped to their back were expensive foreign automobiles driven by laughing, well-dressed young Chinese elite. These young people seemed to have no care or respect for the poverty striking citizens walking the streets around them. “So much for communism,” Debbie thought to herself.