I am a chef and soldier by trade, thirty-six years old, Japanese by birth, sexual orientation hetero. I have loved pleasing beautiful women all my adult life. Most who see me call me a handsome man, noble in face and form.
My most frequent lover is Eri Sayama. We both work at Inside Out Lounge. She is an event planner I met in Soutenbori in 1999. She moved to London to maintain our casual sexual relationship. I hope to meet her when I get off shift today, have some bedroom fun.
I am making food in the kitchen. Several dishes at once- as head chef of Inside Out, I am quite skilled at my craft and my staff is helping out. Several hours in the shift remain.
Suddenly my phone vibrates. I check it on reflex, find a text message. Eri hooked up with a customer and they are curious if I want to join their threesome. The accompanying pictures of Eri and the other woman in bed with her- a voluptuous Caucasian brunette named Andrea- are of great interest to me.
I ask my sous chef, Odette St. Claire, if she can take over for me. She agrees. I hurry from the kitchen, find the club boss behind the bar. He allows me time off as well. Yes!
I text Eri I will be with her soon. I rush upstairs.
In a room above, I find Eri and Andrea lying on a bed waiting for me. Both are naked, their bodies entwined and shining with sweat. A white satin dress, a silver lady's suit, and a black camisole are discarded on the floor nearby. Eri's slim body is familiar to me. Her hair is in its usual ponytail, her face eager. Andrea is also interested in me- I see that in her dark eyes. Her face is framed by long dark curls. Her body begs to be caressed and kissed. The bed's white cotton sheet is over her when we first meet, then soon discarded so I may appreciate her.
I remove my uniform and undergarments, ask Andrea if she appreciates me. She does. Eri confirms she does also. I smile, then join them in the bed.
