George was just coming out of the Men's toilets as Miss Osaka walked by on her way to the Ladies. She was pretty young lady with classical Japanese features: dark narrow eyes with an epicanthic fold, small thin nose, high cheekbones and long, black, silky hair - worn loose below her shoulders. She was probably a size eight and no taller than five feet. Tiny in fact. She was casually dressed in a black crew-neck jumper indigo jeans, very tight at the calves and tucked into short, black leather boots with a small Cuban heel. Her outfit clung to every curve of her body, emphasising the fact she had a very flat chest. In all, it gave the impression of her being much younger than her 25 years.
The corridor was empty and he casually caught her eye. She was coming to the end of her six months 'job experience' teaching Japanese culture and language skills at the English university and had so far avoided any kind of eye contact with him - especially during lectures. But she hadn't expected to see him right at that moment and was caught off-guard.
It had been several weeks since that embarrassing encounter with her two young students, George and Andrew, and she was now starting to feel very relieved. Or was she? She had reflected on the episode countless times -- in fact almost every night before she went to sleep -- and she still couldn't quite decide whether she had hated, tolerated or actually enjoyed it. She kept turning it over and over in her mind.
Despite her quite probably mild protestations, she had been persuaded to allow these two young men into her toilet cubicle so they could look at her -- very intimately! They had declared their fascination with what an Asian woman might look like naked and, initially intimidated by them, she had been coerced into pulling down her pants and allowing them to spread her legs very wide so they could study her vagina.
She had even gone to the toilet right in front of their eyes! Carried away by their enthusiasm and her own growing excitement, she had spread open cheeks right in front of their faces so they could look at her anus. And then, unable to stop herself, she had let some poop come out.
Had she protested enough, or was she complicit? It had been both exciting and debasing all at the same time and part of her was wishing she could experience that thrill all over again.
"Hey Miss Osaka!"
"Hi...George," she replied timidly.
"It's nice to finally get to see you out of class and alone again."
"Is it? I not so much sure."
"I think you've been avoiding me."
"No, not think so. I see you in class."
"I mean outside of class. I mean socially."
"We not friends George."
"We do share a secret though?"
"I know. Very awkward for both."
"It was so much fun!"
"Hm. Was not nice what you boys did to me."
"I really enjoyed looking at you. I genuinely want to thank you."
"It was shameful, rude, disgusting. I should have reported on you."
"But you didn't, did you? I think maybe you liked it a just little bit, yes?"
Osaka looked at him for a moment, searching for an answer. A big part of her was wanting to admit that she had indeed enjoyed it by the end. Instead she said nothing.
George smiled. "Since you didn't report on us Osaka, then I'll take your silence to mean you could be persuaded again..."
"No!" But she felt herself nodding in contradiction.
"...after all, you did say that if we did well in class, you would show us again."
"DID I?"
"Very definitely."
"Well anyway, your Japanese conversation skill not so good George."
"You know that's not true."
"I admit you try hard but..."
"I can show you HOW hard," he interrupted, "if only you'll take me in there with you." He gestured towards the Ladies.
She allowed herself a quick glance at his crotch and was aware of a slight swelling.
"Mm, I believe you." She smiled.
"You ARE tempted aren't you?"
She looked straight at him, saying nothing for a moment, then whispered: "Maybe. Not with your friend at same time though."
"It would only be me on my own. That way I can have a proper wank while I'm looking at you. I can't do it when another guy is watching."
She glanced up and down the corridor to check if anyone was coming. "If I did agree, just suppose, what you want me to do this time?" She knew the answer of course.
"Well, what were you actually going in there for?"
"Do toilet of course."
"I know, but I mean what do you need do in there; piss or a dump?"
"What you mean dump?" She was not familiar with the term.
"I mean ... you know, a shit, a poo?"
She nodded. "I learning new English words from you George. Very educational for me. I need piss and dump."
"Then I want to watch you."
She nodded. "I know. You have weird fetish. I know this because in Japanese culture some men have very strange sex fetish like you. There are clubs where they go to make girls do such humiliating things.
"Really? You never mentioned this in class! I think I'm really getting to like Japanese culture after all."
"OK. In that case I give you special Japanese fetish lesson. Be goodbye present before I go back Japan?"
"Absolutely! I promise I will study hard this time!"
She nodded. "I know you will!"
"Thank you Miss Osaka. It will be so much fun this time, just you and me."
"I think we go in here instead." She pointed to the disabled toilet. "More room."
Checking that the coast was clear, George followed Osaka into the large, disabled toilet room. It was a spur of the moment decision. She too had been fantasizing about that previous encounter. It was so unexpected and had unleashed a hitherto untapped well of sexual urges that she had no idea even existed, until it had happened, so much so that she had allowed herself to be totally humiliated and lose face. Turning it over in her mind afterwards -- almost every night - she had come to the realisation that she was deeply sexually frustrated herself and somehow needed to explore the strange, exhibitionist-type fetish that George and his friend had awoken in her.
Then, as she locked the door behind her, that brief moment of excitement was overcome by a massive wave of fear and apprehension. Her stomach did somersaults and she found herself trembling with fright.
She started shaking her head. "No. Change mind. I can't do this..."
"Please Miss Osaka, I promise to be gentle and not force you to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"What you want me do is so shameful." She bent her head and looked down at the floor.
"I know, but I think we both want it, don't we?"