As she got ready to go to work, Mia took care to look as demure as possible. She wore a conservative black skirt and jacket, topping it with a simple white shirt. With her blonde hair straightened and swinging just above her shoulders, she looked like the perfect, competent secretary.
Grabbing her keys, she left her apartment and rode the elevator to the main floor. The polished finish of the elevator door mirrored her image and she gazed at herself. At 5'6", she wasn't much taller than the rest of the women here in Japan, but her icy blonde hair brought her attention wherever she went. The other attention grabber was her curves. Though nearly the same height as Japanese women, her large breasts and generously flaring hips were rare to see in this part of the world. Her last minute inspection ended when the doors to the elevator swished open into the lavishly decorated lobby. The doorman opened the door and she stepped out onto the busy Tokyo street. The slivers of sky visible between the tall buildings held the faint orange glow of sunset. Hailing a cab, she was quickly on her way to Shinjuku district.
Though she might appear to be, Mia wasn't a secretary, in fact she had only stepped foot in her company's office a few times. No one who worked there on a regular basis would even know who she was. She worked from other locations, sometimes bars, but mostly at restaurants where management would meet with clients over sake. Her job was to provide entertainment, or companionship during these informal meetings. There was nothing easier than making a deal in the presence of a beautiful woman. On paper, she was the Entertainment Manager, in charge of keeping clients 'happy' after regular business hours, and most of these clients tended to be middle aged business men. Men who had a lot of money, a lot of power, and spent very little time at home with their families.
Mia had a unique talent for pleasing men. After spending just a few minutes with them, she knew what they wanted in a companion. She knew which men wanted to be seduced, which ones needed to feel like the hunter, who wanted her to play the innocent secretary, and which preferred her to be the provocative vixen. She loved figuring men out, it was like a puzzle to her, when all the pieces finally clicked into place, she knew exactly what to do.
Not only was Mia able to categorize their desires, but she had another gift that made her perfect for her job, she was absolutely addicted to sex. Few of her boyfriends had ever managed to fully satisfy her, she often resorted to masturbating, even after sex. After a few years of sexually disappointing college boyfriends, she longed to have other experiences out in the world, more satisfying ones she had hoped.
Last year, just before her 24th birthday, her travels took her to Tokyo. It was through pure chance she saw an advertisement seeking a female entertainment companion. She didn't know what that was at the time, but the vaguely suggestive description intrigued her. The company was surprised to have a foreigner apply, and were cautious about describing the potential duties of the position. Mia bluntly told them the job was exactly what she was looking for. She was addicted to sex, she mentioned, this would provide her with all the sex she desired and a variety of men. They took her at her word and quickly rushed the permit papers to allow her to stay in Japan. They set up a fully furnished luxury apartment for her in less than a week. They opened bank accounts for her and even scheduled cleaning services. She had nothing to worry about except going to work when the call came.
Her work hours usually began late and ended even later. Despite working only a few evenings a month, including bonuses, she made nearly 10 million yen a year. The company paid for her high-rise apartment and expenses, she just had to make sure the clients closed the deal with their company.
As the car pulled up outside a dimly lit restaurant and Mia slid the driver his fare before she slipped out the door. A light rain had begun falling and the doorman quickly ran towards her with an umbrella. Mia was a regular at this restaurant, it was high priced and exclusive, with private dining rooms that were perfect for business dinners.
The click of her heels on the lacquered hardwood floor followed her as she was led to their reserved room. Two pairs of leather shoes lined up neatly outside the room let her know her companions had already arrived. Slipping her shoes off, she slid the door open.
The two men inside the room automatically turned as they heard the door open. They were seated at a low table in the centre of the room. She bowed politely to them before sliding the door closed behind her.
Her boss, Mr. Tanaka broke into a grin when he saw her entering the room. She had never met the other man before and he was looking at her with surprise in his gaze.
"Ahh, Mia! I'm glad you're here! This is Mr. Yamamoto. He had been meeting with us for the past few days to see if we can manufacture parts for him. He has to go back to Kyoto tomorrow and we still haven't worked out all the details. Mr. Yamamoto, this is Mia. She is one of my most capable secretaries. I asked her to join us because I know how you love America. She moved here last year and we were lucky enough to have her work with us."
"Thank you for inviting me." Mia bowed once more to the men.
"Please, sit down." Mr, Yamamoto urged, unable to take his eyes off the young blonde woman who had suddenly entered the room.
Mia did in fact look very out of place in the room. Traditionally decorated with wood and paper covered walls and a low table without chairs, it was not a place you would usually see a westerner. She knelt down on the tatami mat floor beside Mr. Yamamoto.
Mia reached for the tiny bottle of sake and poured each of the men a drink, sitting back quietly while they continued to discuss business. Though she was rarely addressed, she felt the eyes of the men on her occasionally as they snuck glances at her.
An hour, and several bottles of sake later, the two Japanese men were much less reserved. Mr Yamamoto's face was flushed from the alcohol and he was enjoying sharing jokes with her boss. Mia met Mr. Tanaka's eyes and nodded slightly, giving him the sign it was time for her to work her magic.
On cue, Mr. Tanaka reached into his pocket for his phone, seemingly to casually check for notifications. It was a routine they had done many times before.
"Oh! There's a call I need to make. I'm sorry, but I need to step out for a little while." Mr. Tanaka told Mr. Yamamoto. He rose from the floor and reached for the sliding door. As he put his shoes back on he glanced at Mia. "Mia, please keep Mr. Yamamoto company until I get back. This might take a little while."
"Yes, Sir. I'll do my best." Mia nodded to him as he shut the door. His footsteps echoed as he walked down the hallway away from their room.
Her companion, Mr. Yamamoto, seemed to suddenly grow nervous. He seemed a little anxious to be alone with her, a foreigner. Though she spoke some Japanese, she was far from fluent. Without Mr. Tanaka there to translate for him, he would have to rely on his grade-school English.
Sensing his nervousness, Mia poured him another glass of sake. Accepting the glass with a shy nod, he downed the sake in a single shot, but in his haste, a drop of liquor dribbled down his chin. Mia reached out and wiped it away, startling him.
"Don't be nervous," she told him, "I don't bite." He nervously laughed with her.
"I'm sorry. I've never been alone with an American woman before. I'm not confident in my English."
"Your English seems fine to me, much better than my Japanese." He seemed to glow under her praise. Straightening his posture, he looked at her directly. She could see that though he was nearing 60, he still had traces of his youth. His salt and pepper hair was neatly cut and styled, his face clean shaven, with wrinkles only appearing when he smiled. Though he obviously was slim, his age had started to cause him to develop a bit of a tummy that was spilling over top of his belt. He was still a good looking man, and she could feel her body begin to naturally respond to him. Following his gaze, she smiled to herself as she found he was captivated with her chest.
He was startled when she began to unbutton her suit jacket. She fanned her face "It's so hot in here. I can't seem to cool off." He nodded and his eyes followed her movements as she pulled the coat off, the buttons on her shirt straining to keep closed as she moved. Her coat had hidden the size of her breasts, and without it, he could clearly see them pushing at her shirt.
Mr. Yamamoto cleared his throat and quickly looked back at the table in front of them. He was getting turned on, but he was trying to hide it. Glancing at his hand holding his now empty sake cup, she could see why, he was married. A simple gold band circled his finger.
Sensing he wouldn't fall for her charms easily, she moved on to the next phase in her plan. Moving swiftly, she moved behind him and started to run her hands down the lapels of his suit coat. He froze as she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you hot too?" As though answering her siren's call, without knowing he was doing it, he nodded. "Then let's take your coat off, too."
He didn't resist her as she pulled his coat off, his body moved at her will. "There! Isn't that better?" she asked once he was also left in just his dress shirt. He nodded, now watching her closely.
"What is your suit made from? It feels so nice."
"Silk," he replied, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Ahhh. No wonder." She stealthily placed her hand on his thigh. "It feels so expensive." He jerked as her hand inched further up his thigh, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin material. His hand grasped hers just before it could reach his crotch.
"Wh...what are you doing?" He stuttered in shock.
