(Author's Note: I've noticed that Japanese bukkake is quite effective for us facial fans, in part because it seems that nearly every guy in the videos shoots a pretty big load (onto truly beautiful women). That suggests to me that the male participants are screened ahead of time, to make sure they've got enough spunk. I figured the screening process would make the basis for a great story.)
Felicia Johnson was thrilled when the recruiter from Japan Automotive hired her right out of her San Francisco art school to work at the company's advertising department, in Tokyo. As a graphics designer and photographer she was more than anxious to begin shooting pictures of sleek cars and sexy people. High res digital cameras meant no more darkroom chemicals. Now, everything happened in real time, in the studio. She had only a few days to arrange her move. She packed her bags, her cameras, computers, and art supplies. Her roommate, Susan, was happy for the extra space Felicia's departure would provide (though not thrilled about the additional rent). Felicia said hasty good-byes to her family and friends (but no steady boy friend), and before it all had fully sunk in, she was on the plane to Tokyo. Business class seating on the plane wasn't too uncomfortable, but she knew she'd have to work hard to get her "upgrade" in the company hierarchy.
She was met at the airport by a young Japanese woman named Mariko. Mariko spotted Felicia, immediately. Japan Auto's HR department had emailed to Mariko's I-Phone, a photograph and description of their newest employee: "Young Caucasian American female, about 25 years old, shoulder length brown hair with blonde streaks, brown eyes, full lips. Very attractive." Mariko's first glimpse of Felicia confirmed all this, and more. Felicia had large, beautiful breasts, slender waist, lovely rounded hips. This was one sexy girl. Mariko smiled. Her superiors would be pleased. For her part, Felicia was equally impressed with Mariko. The young Japanese woman was slender, with silky long black hair and ivory skin. Stunningly beautiful. Felicia had learned some Japanese in high school, but Mariko called out to Felicia in English. "Ms. Johnson? My name is Mariko. I'm your supervisor's Personal Assistant. Please come with me."
After retrieving Felicia's baggage, they were picked up by one of dozens of Japan Auto's company cars, and driven to downtown Tokyo. Threading his way through the tangled streets and incredible traffic, the driver delivered them to Felicia's new apartment. It proved to be a comfortable but very modest studio apartment. Tiny by American standards, quite ordinary for Tokyo. It was comfortable and furnished, and the view wasn't bad. Felicia thought to herself, "This will do for now, but I know I can do better." After unpacking, she grabbed a quick shower while Mariko waited in the main room. Mariko offered to take her out to dinner, at company expense, of course. The sushi was wonderful! But Felicia couldn't help noticing that during dinner, Mariko seemed to be eying her intently. She'd seen that look before, in the eyes of most of the men she knew. It seemed that Mariko was mentally undressing her. Felicia was surprised. Shocked, perhaps. Flattered.
The next day, Felicia took the subway to her employer's advertising division, and was directed to the studio where she would be working. The studio was located on ground level so that the company's vehicles could be driven in for photo shoots. The work proved to be as exciting as she'd hoped. The cars, the lighting, the fashion models all conspired to give her days a relentless, erotically charged glamor. Mariko, aside from her PA role, was also one of the models. In every shot she exuded a sexual intensity, whether or not her nipples could be seen through her clinging satin blouse.
As the days turned to weeks, Felicia was absolutely loving her job. She and Mariko were growing closer. She was also getting to know her supervisor, Mr. Miki Sakura. He was a Japanese man of around fifty years of age. He was quite good looking, youthful and fit, and fairly tall, around 1.8 meters in height. The Japanese social stratification being what it was, she and Mr. Sakura could not exactly be friends, but she enjoyed his and Mariko's company, in a process of group camaraderie known in Japan as "social lubrication." They would frequently all go out together for dinner, after work. Felicia found that she was growing increasingly attracted to Sakura. The social lubrication was evolving into another kind that often left her seat wet, when they left the restaurant.
While she loved her job, Felicia found that her budget remained very tight. The salary the company was paying her had seemed quite generous when she'd accepted their employment offer. But the cost of living in Tokyo was extraordinarily high. She had very little money left over after her basic living expenses were paid. And while she enjoyed the group gatherings paid for by the company, she was becoming increasingly frustrated by her inability to do much on her own in the huge Tokyo megalopolis. She simply couldn't afford it.
And so she was pleased when, early one Tuesday morning, Mr. Sakura called her into his office. He said to Felicia, in nearly perfect English, "Ms. Johnson, it has come to my attention that while you are doing excellent work for our firm, your salary is not leaving you much discretionary income, here in Tokyo. Unfortunately, I am not in a position to increase your salary at this time, though in my opinion, you certainly deserve a raise. However, I do have a special project that might be of interest to you, and would provide a substantial improvement in your monetary situation. Would you be interested?" Felicia was, of course, interested. But there was a curious glitter in Sakura's eyes as he raised this new opportunity?
"Ms. Johnson, you surely have noted that Japan Automotive is a highly competitive force in the industrial world. Even during economic downturns, our company has always remained profitable. We have achieved this by diversifying our activities. We don't just make cars and trucks. We have other operations, other revenue sources. We hope to involve you in one of these."
"And what would that be, Mr. Sakura?" Felicia asked with a mixture of curiosity and nervous anticipation.
"Well, Ms. Johnson, to be perfectly frank, we have found that there is always, through good times and bad, a market for the artistic expression of human sexuality. We produce high quality erotic materials: photographs, literature, and especially, videos. We do this under the umbrella of a subsidiary of ours that cannot be connected publicl to Japan Automotive."
