Tokyo, Japan.
Money changes everything thought Alex looking around the room. He was on the balcony of a penthouse suite overlooking the night skyline of Tokyo.
Originally he had looked on the internet for the information he was seeking. Searching Tokyo for escorts, brothels or sex brought up the Shinjuku district, but that, according to the internet, was an area fraught with danger. Alex had no experience with buying sex so he had been at a loss of what to do next until he talked to Hotoshi the concierge the hotel had assigned to him. That's where money changes everything. A small tip of fifty thousand yen and Hotoshi had quickly arranged a late afternoon meeting in the hotel bar with a local expert on the subject. Alex had been shocked to find the expert was a woman.
After spending an hour with the woman Alex had also been surprized to find the cost of the meeting had been covered by the hotel, as had been the bar bill. Alex had explained his goal and the woman had provided him with some details a list of three names. All Alex had to do was inform the concierge which he preferred and the hotel would make arrangements for a meeting. Staring out over the city Alex was reviewing the options and reflecting on how he came to be here.
Three years ago Alex's wife Denise had died. She was only thirty five. He had just turned thirty eight. They lived just outside Toronto, had no children and life had been tough but good. Money was tight but they did alright.
To Alex, Denise had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Almost as tall as him, with long beautiful blond hair and curves Alex had never understood how a woman such as Denise could have chosen him. Best of all Denise had loved sex. She matched his desire for sex as often as he did. He had never strayed, she had never given him cause for worry and life was good.
Then came the cancer and in less than a year she was gone. Alex was a broken lost man.
A year later he had won the second largest lottery prize in Canada. When he won the sixty-five million dollars Alex found out quickly that women would throw themselves at him and most were willing to spread their legs very quickly. He had no interest in getting married again but getting laid often became his way of forgetting the pain of his wife's death.
It helped that Alex was a reasonably good looking man. He quit his job and spent the next year getting back into shape at the gym. In fact he felt and looked better now than he did at twenty five. Six foot one, two hundred pounds of muscle and blonde hair starting to pepper with light grey around the edges, his friends said he looked distinguished.
He finished his drink, turned back into the penthouse and called the concierge.
"Good evening Mr. Brown, how may I help you this evening?"
Alex got straight to the point. "Kitagawa House, I think I will try Kitagawa House. Can you arrange a meeting tomorrow early afternoon, say just after lunch?"
"Certainly sir, a most excellent choice, I will leave confirmation and directions at the desk."
Alex smiled, Brown was not his real last name and he was sure the concierge knew that. He went to bed.
*******
The next morning Alex showered, shaved and put on a tailored pair of dress pants and shirt. The lottery corporation had provided a seminar on how to invest his winnings. He had decided to pay the advisor for a week's additional training session which had included how to dress for success. When you have money a three hundred dollar shirt is petty cash.
Downstairs he picked up an envelope from the front desk and was again surprized when a hotel employee popped up beside him informing him his limo was waiting out front. The day was bright and the sun was shining. The bellhop opened the door of a black Mercedes just outside the hotel's entrance and instructed the driver to take Alex to Kitagawa House.
Inside Alex opened the envelope and pulled out several sheets of paper. The top sheet showed a picture of a pretty Japanese woman with a short bio below it. Ayano Ichiki was the woman he was going to meet. The picture showed a beautiful woman about his age, dressed in a modern day grey business blazer and skirt. She was the owner of Kitagawa House. Alex sat back and read the rest of the papers in the folder.
Twenty minutes later the limo stopped at the gate of a large walled compound. His driver spoke into an intercom beside the gate. It opened and the driver continued up a long driveway to an old three story turn of the century mansion. The driver stopped at the front door and jumped out to open the door for Alex. He strode up the stairs but before he could knock the door it opened revealing a young woman dressed in a business pantsuit. She smiled at Alex.
"Greetings Mr. Brown, welcome, you are expected. Madame Ichiki will see you immediately. Please follow me."
She turned and Alex followed. The girl led Alex down a short hall which opened to a large room. The far wall of the room was entirely made of glass that opened to a garden, to his left and right were sitting areas with large Victorian style couches and chairs. Sitting on them in various stages of dress were a number of young very beautiful women. All of them turned as he entered and smiled at him.
Alex stopped and starred. His guide interrupted his thoughts.
"This way Mr. Brown, please." She led him up a staircase to the left then knocked on a closed door. Without waiting she opened the door and stood aside to let Alex pass.
*******
Ayano Ichiki stood behind a desk looking through an open window into the garden below. She turned and looked at Alex, then moved to a sitting area on the opposite side of the room.
"Konnichiwa Mr. Brown, I understand from our friends at your hotel you have a request to make of my establishment. Please, have a seat," she said pointing to a couch.
"Please call me Alex," he replied.
Alex starred. Ayano was about five foot four, maybe a hundred and ten pounds and had large beautiful breasts the tops of which could be seen because the top buttons of her blouse were undone. The dark green silk blouse she wore complimented a black skirt that started several inches above her knees and had a long slit up one side showing black stockings with just a touch of lace showing at the top. He realized she was much more beautiful in person than in her file picture.
He sat quickly keenly aware his cock was beginning to stir in his pants, shifting in his seat to hide the result. God, not now please, he thought, keep your cool Alex. He wondered where to start.
Ayano solved the problem for him. She sat in a chair across from him and crossed her legs. "Hotoshi never recommends someone to us unless he is sure the person he sends to us is," she hesitated a moment then continued slowly. "Appropriate.... Kitagawa House offers only the best to a select few clients. How may we help you?"
