The young men waited expectantly. Many of them had done this before and lounged about the room, clad only in towels wrapped around their waists, drinking liquor from foam cups and smoking. Some wore hats, sunglasses, or masks, as was their personal style. Several were newcomers and talked nervously amongst themselves. The room was beginning to fill with smoke from cigarettes and cigars.
The room had been carefully prepared. There was no furniture except a vinyl sofa along the wall, a small table, a large color LCD monitor, a rack of electronic gear, and a large inflatable mattress placed in the center of the floor. Plastic sheeting had been laid on the floor and hung from the walls. The lone window was electronically tinted the color of the Osaka night outside, splayed with neon. Three digital cameras, mounted on tripods had been strategically placed, one to cover the bathroom door, one aimed at the center of the room, and one focused on the mattress. Their fiber optic leads ran to the switching equipment and the CPUs in the rack. Ancillary lighting was mounted high on the walls and the room was brightly lit. Several handheld camcorders were on the table along with an assortment of cups, ashtrays, cabling, tapes, a variety of dildos in various shapes, sizes, and colors, and other video equipment.
They waited for the girl in the bathroom. As planned, she was putting on her "Bunny Fetish" costume and preparing for the evenings activities. Tonight she had 15 mid and low-level executives from the XXX Corporation. This was one of the benefits the young executives enjoyed, planned and paid for by the corporation, as a tension release. The girl was from one of Osaka's Soapland clubs and was skilled in the use of costume play to excite her customers as well as all the other arts necessary to please them. The room was in one of Osaka's Love Hotels and had been used for this purpose many times.
"I'm ready." A soft voice in Japanese, from the bathroom. All attention focused on the door.
Most of the younger men stood up. One went over and manned the camera pointed towards the bathroom door. The door opened and she stepped into the room, dressed in bunny ears, collar, cuffs, a lavender corselet and panties, and gartered white hosiery. She walked quietly to the center of the room, her feet leaving noiseless imprints in the poly tarp, bowed, knelt to seiza, bowed again, and introduced herself to the group of men surrounding her.
Even the most experienced among the group were amazed by the beauty and grace of this woman. She had long, light brown hair, cut even with bangs, as was fashionable in Tokyo at the time, her skin tanned golden brown, speaking of summers on a tropical island or daytime hours spent sleeping nude in a tanning salon. Her figure was superb, the bustline holding in check large, firm breasts. The corselet concealed and revealed a very narrow waistline above long, athletic, legs augmented by the strand of coral beads around her ankle. Dark oriental eyes with a small mouth done in glistening pink lipstick complemented her tanned, heart-shaped face.
The senior man rose from the sofa and went to stand directly in front of her. On cue, the others formed a line behind him by seniority. He dropped his towel, bringing blue jockey shorts, with an expectant bulge in the front, to her eye level. She reached up, and with two hands, pulled the briefs down until his augmented cock wagged into the air in front of her face.
"It's large." She said, allowing it to lie in her upturned palms.
