I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome.
Chapter Five
Yoko's telephone call this afternoon had come as a surprise. So did her invitation to tonight's dinner. There was a purpose behind the sudden arrangement, she'd said, something to do with an important client who had unexpectedly arrived in Tokyo with his wife. She and Hiutsu would be entertaining them, but for whatever reason she wanted Nick and I there, too.
It was slightly inconvenient, insofar as Nick was only just returning from three days work in Sapporo, and I'd planned our heart-to-heart discussion tonight.
Whilst I wasn't exactly proud of what I'd got up to since we'd relocated to Japan, what could he expect when he'd practically abandoned me while he'd concentrated on his job? I wasn't about to give him an ultimatum, but I did need to clear the air. And, dependent on his reaction, I knew I'd be left with a serious decision to make about my future.
Now, that discussion would have to wait for another day.
I hadn't even been able to talk to him before the dinner. He was returning from Sapporo on the same flight as Yoko's husband and he and Hiutsu would head straight to the restaurant from the airport.
She had also told me that we could be spending more time with them after dinner, depending on how the evening went. The client and his Brazilian wife liked to party until the early hours, apparently. That meant I shouldn't observe normal dress convention. She wanted me in something sexy and sensual.
As usual, I'd followed her instructions to the letter without asking any questions. If she wanted to explain, then she'd do so when it suited her.
It had taken me ages to decide on something suitable and eventually I'd settled on a cream-coloured Versace dress that hung loosely from its high, haltered neck, but swept low and backless from behind. Not only that, it practically moulded to my asscheeks as it gathered in an uneven and short hem.
She wanted sexy and sensual. This was it.
I'd even pulled my blonde hair up into a fancy twist to give my appearance more impact and if I had a problem, it was the way either of my breasts suddenly peaked out around the loose front if I turned quickly. I'd have to watch that!
The Aronia de Takazawa bijou restaurant was intimate to say the least, sitting only a maximum of eight people. That meant it was exclusively booked for the six of us in Yoko and Hiutsu's dinner party. Whoever the client was, he was clearly very important to them.
Yoko took me to one side when I arrived ahead of the others. I felt almost embarrassed when she gushed approvingly over my choice of dress, but even at my sexiest I couldn't compare to her. Her red satin slip number skimmed her delicious curves in a way that screamed both chic and expensive and she wore it with her usual sophistication.
She told me that Hiutsu was hoping to do some important business with the client that would net both parties a substantial figure. The client—Orochi, and his wife Luciana—were 'unconventional' in their tastes, she explained, and it was important to her that she had another set of eyes and ears during dinner. Someone she could trust implicitly. That, evidently, was me.
It wasn't lost on me that Yoko had bestowed a great honour on me by choosing me for such a task, and to say I was extremely nervous was an understatement. My relationship with Nick was becoming strained, to say the least, and that didn't seem to be the best background to ensuring a successful evening. Nevertheless, her confidence in me gave me strength. All I had to do was make sure that Orochi and his wife had a wonderful evening.
It couldn't be that difficult, could it?
That was the thought that stayed with me until Nick entered the restaurant. The state he was in should have shocked me, but didn't. Drinking was a regular thing with him now, and it was clear to see that if he hadn't already exceeded his limit, he was close to it. How that could have happened when he'd accompanied Hiutsu on the return flight was a mystery to me, but I wasn't in any position to ask.
He'd kissed me (on the cheek!) as soon as he'd arrived, and then headed off to get himself another drink. I'd sent a warning glance in Yoko's direction but her returned smile told me she had everything under control.
I only wished I had her confidence.
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Thankfully, the dinner passed without incident. The round table had been conducive to a successful flow of conversation and by seating me on Orochi's right, and Nick three seats away on Luciana's left, Yoko had ensured there I could entertain her Japanese guest without fear of distraction.
Occasionally she would send an approving glance my way, as did Hiutsu, I noticed. Was it just my imagination, or could I tell from the way his grey eyes smiled across the table that there wasn't a single thing I'd done that he didn't know. But it was a warm smile, too. One that gave me confidence.
When Orochi and his wife had arrived, I hadn't known which of them to stare at first. Luciana had a beauty that rivalled Penelope Cruz. Her long black hair bounced on her dark-tanned shoulders, her brown-greenish eyes flashed with mischief and her sensuous, curvaceous body was fit for Playboy. No wonder Yoko had been quite so specific as to what I should wear. Those fabulous tits were practically bursting out of her black slinky halter dress.
Orochi was younger than I expected, quite tall, with broad shoulders and a thick upper body. His frosted blonde hair, with the dark highlights, and week-old growth of facial hair was just the sort of look I used to go for when I was single. He was full of confidence, too—another other thing I'd always found attractive in a man—and the way his gaze unashamedly wandered over my body despite his wife's presence had made me shiver.
The attention he paid me over dinner actually shocked me. At first, everyone was involved in the small talk, but gradually he began to chat more and more to me, flattering me by constantly asking me questions about myself while his wife Luciana contented herself by chatting to Nick.
Yoko and Hiutsu, it seemed, were simply there to preside over events.
Not that my husband was objecting to Luciana's attention. Every time I glanced in his direction he seemed to be leering at her and—while it was easy to imagine any man falling for such beauty—I'd found myself wishing he would stop drinking so much. He was a happy drunk, as well as a horny one, but that was the last type of behaviour Hiutsu would want infront of his special guests.
And yet Yoko seemed to be taking it all in her stride, ignoring Nick's behaviour and smiling encouragingly at me again as Orochi engaged me in conversation. Surprisingly, he was very easy to talk to. He even turned his chair towards mine once the dinner was concluded, as if there was no-one else in the room but us. Despite my initial reservations, I was flattered at the interest he was paying me—what girl wouldn't be?—especially as those cute dimples made him as handsome as he was charming.
I found myself thinking that in other circumstances the evening could have ended differently, but just as quickly pushed away the illicit thought. As usual when I was feeling aroused, my imagination was starting to run away with itself. If Nick was up to it, I'd need to take out my sexual frustrations on him as soon as we reached home.
"I've done nothing but talk about myself," I eventually told Orochi, pushing away an errant strand of hair from over my right eye.
Apart from the more intimate details of my life, and my current issues, there wasn't much about me that he didn't know.
"Meeting someone new is always a pleasure," he smiled, "Especially someone with qualities like yours."
Qualities? What qualities? I was just me, wasn't I? But I knew better than to turn down a compliment.
"Thank you," I answered as calmly as I could, studying his face as he refilled our glasses with champagne to make sure he wasn't teasing me with his words.
I should have refused another drink—it wasn't just Nick who was exceeding his normal limit. How many glasses had I consumed?—but it would have seemed churlish and I didn't want to offend him.
"But tell me about you," I asked, trying to move the conversation back to neutral territory.
What man didn't enjoy talking about himself?
He raised his flute to me and we clinked glasses—again—as he casually sat back and dropped one arm over the back of his chair.
"I was educated in your country," he began, "At Oxford. After I graduated I travelled the world, searching for the secret treasure in every culture. Let me tell you, Tiffany, I have held emeralds the size of my fist, and I have admired an unpublished Botticelli painting by candlelight, but neither of those things compare to the grace and beauty sitting beside me tonight."
I almost choked on my drink. Dammit, he was coming on to me? With his wife sitting next to him and my husband a further seat away?
I didn't have a clue how to react, except to tilt my head to one side and stare at him through my gooey eyes as he began to tell me about his adventures. For someone so young, he'd travelled to more countries than I could count and had a fascinating story for each. He'd met his wife two years ago whilst visiting Brazil and discovered that they were 'kindred souls'. They'd been married within six months and were perfectly matched, he explained.
But it was his occupation that threw me. Shooting me that mesmeric smile, he described himself as a 'rich playboy'.
"I see you are not impressed with the description," he observed as I hesitated. "My wife thinks of it as a wonderful profession."
"It's a profession, is it?" I asked, putting a smile into my voice so that he didn't think I was being too impertinent.
But the response made him chuckle out loud.
"Good point, Tiffany," he agreed, "well, let me see..."
He finished his drink while he pretended to think and then refilled his glass before topping up mine again.
"I do enjoy a playboy lifestyle, I won't deny that. Luciana and I have a private jet, a couple of yachts and a number of houses in different exotic locations. But that wealth comes from my own entrepreneurial activities, Tiffany. I wasn't born into money, I'm a self-made man and I continue to expand my wealth. That's why Hiutsu and I are working together right now. We have the same aim and can help one another. But now that I'm married, work does not obsess me the way it did. Luciana and I do like to enjoy a little fun along the way."
If only Nick took the same approach, I found myself thinking...
I'd never particularly thought of myself as a material girl, but he and his wife had a private jet, yachts and several houses across the world? They were the trappings of wealth and power, and I'd always adored powerful men...
I began to wonder whether Yoko had deliberately paired me off with him. It was an absurd thought, with Luciana sitting next to him, but could this be her way of illustrating some of the benefits that came with working as an escort for her? Meeting influential men like Orochi?
