Author's note : apologies to Deep Purple: And yes I know the song is "My Woman from Tokyo"
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I work for an extremely large company that is based in Kyoto, Japan. The office I work out of, however, is in Seattle. On Friday, January 6th, 2006, I succeeded in bringing in a contract that would net the company $100 million. When I arrived at work on Monday morning I was immediately called into my supervisors office.
When I went into his office all of the bosses of this branch of the company were there.
Jack Thompson VP of the branch said, "Steve, I need you to go home and pack for a three week trip, the head office wants you to go there. Your flight leaves at two this afternoon. A car will pick you up and take you to the airport where you get to fly on the company jet."
I was a little bit surprised at this point, because I knew that only the really important people in the company ever got on board the company jet.
Jack continued,
"Now I don't know exactly what they have planned for you, but I do know that Mr. Shinwaki wants to meet with you personally."
My jaw must have dropped to the floor at that point. Akiro Shinwaki, was the CEO and founder of Shinwaki Electronics. He was about forty-five years old and had only one child, a daughter, 22 year Kamiko, she was one year younger than me.
Kamiko and I had never met in person but had talked professionally once during a teleconference. Plus we had e-mailed each other several times, once she closed her e-mail with a naughty wink.
Mr. Thompson added, "take mostly suits, but bring one tuxedo with you."
I went home and packed as quickly as I could. I was ready to go around 11:30, so I had a quick bite of lunch. At noon somebody knocked on my door. I opened it up and the limo driver was outside.
"Are you ready sir,?" he asked.
"I am, I have three bags."
The driver grabbed two of them, I followed behind him, closing and locking the door behind me.
From Kirkland the thirty mile drive took about fifty minutes. The limo pulled up to the plane and after stowing my luggage I was escorted onto the plane. The pilot came on the intercom and told me to take my seat and fasten my belt. I did so and fifteen minutes later we were airborne.
The flight took many hours of which I slept several of them. It was about ten am Kyoto time on Wednesday.
I was met by Kamiko Shinwaki, herself. She smiled at me and said,
"Steve-san we meet at last."
She got into the back seat of the car with me, and said that during my stay her father had told her that she was to see to all of my comforts. We arrived at the hotel and she checked me in at the front desk and then escorted me up to my room. It was a stunning suite. One big king size bed in the middle. A jacuzzi and a en suite kitchenette.
Kamiko said, "My father wants to see you this evening. Why don't you get some sleep. After your long flight you must be tired."
I nodded in agreement and quickly stripped down to my boxers. I had just laid down on the bed when Kamiko asked me a question.
"What do you want me to do Steve-san?"
Can you come back and wake me up two hours before we have to go meet your father?"
"Hai," she replied.
I fell asleep rather quickly, then all of a sudden it seemed that I was being shaken awake. I opened my eyes to see the beautiful young Japanese lady leaning over me.
"Steve-san it is time to wake up," Kamiko said.
I had been having some very erotic dreams involving Kamiko so was at my fully erect stage of eight inches.
I noticed that she was wearing a very low cut red gown. I took a glance and guessed that she was a 32B cup. I got out of bed and without even thinking about it pulled my boxers off in front of Kamiko. When I heard her gasp I looked up to see her eyes very large and round and her face very red. A little embarrassed myself I dashed for the bathroom. I cleaned up in there and came out fifteen minutes later wearing a towel.
Kamiko had busied herself by laying out a suit and making the bed while I was in the shower. Kamiko went into the bathroom while I quickly dressed. When we were ready to go she took my arm in hers and led me out the door. I was only an inch or two taller than her at 5'7". There was a limo downstairs waiting for us. Kamiko climbed into the back with me. We were taken to a very posh restaurant. A waiter escorted us to a table in the back. There was a man seated there, as we approached he stood. For a man of Asian descent he was average height.
"Ah, Mr. Vickers," he said with only a slight accent.
"Sir," I responded.