She made sure he had his eyes on her when she lifted her foot and slid it slowly up his leg. She was worried her heel would poke him or tear his pants, but his smile told her that he wasn't concerned. She moved her toe between his thighs and he looked down, watching as she placed her foot in his lap. After a moment, she pulled it back. Then, holding his eye contact, she lifted her hips and quietly reached under her dress and pulled down her g-string. It was a subtle, quick move not easily noticeable to others in the restaurant, but to Tanaka it was clear what she was doing. He smiled and Megan smiled back briefly before looking away in embarrassment. She felt overwhelmed and awkward, trying to flirt with a significantly older man.
She made a show of dropping her napkin, giving an excuse to bend over and quickly unlace and remove her right shoe. She then placed the g-string around her foot, weaving the little string between her toes to keep it secure. She sat back up, looked at him and slid her bare foot up his leg. He noticed the difference in feel immediately and she, herself, liked being able to feel him with the bottom of her foot.
She watched him, sipping her wine as she moved her foot slowly but steadily up his leg. He was looking at Rothman now, talking about their respective sailing adventures. With Mao translating, it was like Megan was the only one not in on the conversation. She wasn't supposed to be. She was doing what Rothman had brought her to do - well, at least one of the things he had brought her to do.
He shifted forward in his seat and spread his legs, giving her wiggling toes better access to his crotch. He wasn't hard, but she could feel his balls and seemingly sizable cock through his trousers. It was weird to feel it with her foot, but kind of sexy too. He clearly liked it as she could feel him begin to harden. It was only then that he looked down and saw the g-string. He looked up at her and smiled. Then he turned back to Rothman, who was speaking, and reached down and pulled the g-string off her foot. He took a sip of win and then, pretending he was holding his napkin, dabbed his lips with her panties. She blushed and he grinned. He put the g-string on the table, in plain view. Then, pulling his own surprise, he reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out the panties she had given him a few days ago. He set these on the table as well, all the while continuing his conversation with Mao and Rothman, who most certainly noticed, but pretended not to.
Megan continued to massage him under the table, making him fully hard, until their food arrived. Then he nodded to her, letting her know that was enough. She sat back up and bent over, putting her shoe back on before beginning her meal. With Mao translating for Tanaka, the conversation was mostly contained between Rothman, Tanaka and Mao. Megan just listened quietly, trying to be seen and not heard like she had been told as a child. She was certainly being seen. Rothman and Tanaka openly leered at her, not hiding their interest in her body. She sensed that others in the restaurant were looking at her too. She felt exposed, but it was sort of flattering. Without being conceited, she tried to accept the looks as compliments, as if she were a piece of art in a museum, rather than a piece of meat in front of a pack of hungry wolves. While the latter might be more accurate, the former was more flattering and empowering. She chose that and sat up straight. "Let them look," she told herself.
She looked at Mao and wondered what she thought about all this. She was a beautiful woman and it was clear that she took care of Tanaka in much the same way that Megan took care of Rothman. Still, both men seemed transfixed with Megan. Was Mao jealous? Was she happy to have the attention somewhere else, maybe giving her a night off? Was this normal? Megan hoped Mao wasn't mad at her. She seemed like a very nice, professional woman. Megan respected her and hoped Mao respected her too.
Lost in her thoughts, Megan didn't realize that the conversation had turned to the box of sex toys that Tanaka had delivered to their suite. But she caught Tanaka leering at her and smiling while Mao said, "Mr. Tanaka would be very happy to assist you, Mr. Rothman."
Assist? What had Megan missed? She was too scared to ask, but forced a smile as Tanaka dapped his lips once more with her panties and they all stood up. Rothman put his hand around her waist and guided her toward the door as Tanaka and Mao trailed behind. Megan looked back at the table and saw her old panties still laying there. The ones she wore tonight were gone. Then, as she turned back toward the door, walking behind Rothman, he dropped her panties on the floor, acting as if they had fallen out of his pocket.
Before she could react, Mao whispered in her ear, "You are to bend over and pick them up. Just hold an end, don't wad them up in your hand or try to hide them."
Megan nodded, swallowed hard, glancing around her. Some people were looking. Rothman had stopped and was looking back. The host was watching as were a few people who were waiting for a table. And Tanaka was directly behind her, ready for the show. "Let them look," she whispered to herself. She bent over at the waist as she'd been trained. She took her time, letting Tanaka and anyone else get a good look. She pinched the top of the panties between two fingers and lifted it the way one might hold up a dirty rag. The tiny panties hung from her fingers, unmistakable to anyone close enough to see what they were.
She looked at the host, who smiled, blushed and looked away. Funny, she thought, she should be the one who was uncomfortable, not him.
She continued to carry the panties, dangling from her fingers, as they crossed the road back to the hotel, went through the lobby and up the elevator. She knew people noticed. They noticed her dress, her heels, her panties - everything about her appearance drew attention. But surrounded by Tanaka, Rothman and Mao, she felt safe despite her exposure. People would look but no one would try anything beyond that.
Once they got in the room, things picked up rapidly.
"I've tied up a few girls in my day," Rothman said to Megan. "But Mr. Tanaka is a bit more experienced. He's going to show me a few things, while Mao translates. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Megan said nervously.
She looked over at Tanaka. Mao was unzipping his pants. She put her hand inside his pants and stroked him while Tanaka stared at Megan, smiling. When his cock was hard, he nodded to Rothman who said, "Put your panties on Mr. Tanaka's cock."
"Yes, sir," Megan said. She stepped forward, looking at Tanaka's thick cock. Mao continued stroking it slowly, then took her hand away as Megan reached forward with her panties. She took one of the leg openings and hung it over the end of the Tanaka's cock, resting it just past the head. Mao smiled and gripped his cock again, holding the soft panties around it as she stroked him.
Tanaka smiled and said something. Mao looked at Megan and said, "You are to ask Mr. Tanaka to please tie you up and to invite him to use you as he pleases."
Megan glanced at Rothman, feeling like she needed his permission to say such a thing. She felt based on the school rules the Board would not want her to be shared like this without their knowledge, but he simply nodded and winked. Megan nodded back and looked at Mr. Tanaka.
"Mr. Tanaka," she began, her voice soft and sweet. "Would you please tie me up any way you want? And would you please use my body in any manner you wish to please you?"
Tanaka spoke again and Mao translated. "Mr. Tanaka accepts your invitation. You are to get on your knees and retrieve your panties with your mouth. Keep them in your mouth. Now that you have made the invitation, you will not need to speak further."
Megan nodded and knelt before Tanaka's hard cock. She realized now that Mao had not just been stroking Tanaka's cock with her panties, but that she had also wrapped them tightly around the base of his shaft. Getting them off using only her mouth was going to require significant effort. She leaned forward, maintaining eye contact and licked carefully around the soft, juicy head. He smiled down at her, standing still, letting her work further and further down his shaft at her own pace. Through the corner of her eye, Megan noticed Mao approach Mr. Rothman, slowly pulling off her dress as she did so.
Megan realized they were swapping, the men offering their women to their counterparts. She wasn't sure if it was a sign of respect, a friendly gift, or if there was some sort of power play going on where one man would gain negotiating power over the other. She remembered Rothman telling her that the whole trip was about business. She suddenly took her work more seriously. Could the deal being negotiated really be determined by how well she fucked Tanaka? It seemed ludicrous, but so did just about everything else today. The more she learned about business, the less she understood her role in it. She was beginning to understand that sex could be a powerful tool, but how did her fucking Tanaka while Mao fucked Rothman give either man an advantage? Or was this not business, like Rothman had said, and just about fucking? If it was, why would he choose Mao over her? Mao was beautiful, but Megan didn't like the idea of him desiring someone more than he desired her.
Maybe that was part of it. Maybe she was supposed to make Tanaka want her more than he wanted Mao. Could she be a bargaining chip that way? She didn't know. She was so confused. She stuck to what she knew. She sucked his dick like the skilled pro she was quickly becoming. She hadn't perfected everything yet, but she knew how to suck a cock now. She took him all the way and started using her tongue and lips to pull the soft panties along his shaft, something she was certain he would enjoy the feel of.
Try as she might, however, she had little success getting the panties to move. They were staying put. She grew frustrated and took the risk of using her teeth to try to get them to move. If she could get a good grip on them, she could tug or rip them off if she had too. But she bit down too far. She didn't bite him, but her teeth scraped his shaft. She saw his smile turn to anger. He put his hand on her forehead and pushed her back, roughly. She fell backward and he said something angrily.
Mao, who Megan realized amazingly had Rothman's cock and balls all in her mouth, slowly disengaged and crawled over to Tanaka. "Watch and learn, slut," Mao said tersely to Megan. Mao gulped Tanaka's cock down her throat as easily as if she were popping an aspirin. Megan watched closely. Mao had Tanaka fully in her mouth and Megan could see her cheeks hollow and her lips and tongue moving continuously. Whatever she was doing, Tanaka was enjoying it. Megan looked at Rothman, afraid he would be disappointed in her.
"Now you see," he said. "There is always more for you to learn. Don't feel bad, though. You have made great progress. Just don't get overconfident. There's always someone better than you."
The last line hit her hard. The implication was obvious. His words confirmed what her eyes told her: Mao was a far better cock-sucker than she was. That was a reality Megan could not accept. Challenge accepted. She would learn how to be even better than Mao, no matter how long it took or how many cocks she had to suck to do it.
