Previously in Japan -- parts 1 -- 4.
Kitagawa House is high end escort service that specializes in providing the best Tokyo can offer. Alex, a recent lottery winner and widower decides to approach the owner with an unusual request. Intrigued the owner of Kitagawa House, Ayano, accepts his request to develop four unique fantasies.
Part one is about how Alex came to Kitagawa House and details his quest. In part two Ayano test drives Alex confirming a secret revealed in part one. In part three Alex experiences his first fantasy with Saeko, a fantasy where a businesswoman discovers her husband's cheating and takes her revenge by spending the weekend with Alex. In part 4 Nanami reveals and conquers her secret fear while helping Alex overcome his fear.
All this is arranged and photographed by Yuki, Ayano's adopted daughter.
If you have not read parts one through four first, I suggest you do so before you continue.
***
Ayano had just left Yuki and Ryiko alone in her adopted daughter's office. They seemed to have Alex's next fantasy well in hand. There was no need for her to stay and she had many other tasks to attend to.
Her problem was where to begin.
Life at Kitagawa House tended to be rather regular. Making sure the payroll was paid on time. Ensuring the health checks were performed as required. Making sure the supplies needed to run a high end house of sex were high quality and available when needed. She was constantly reminding herself that the safety of her girls was top priority.
But frankly, it all got repetitious and slightly boring. Tonight, however, was on track to be different. Looking below into the lounge below her second story office she could see most of her girls sitting around in various stages of dress. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, undress.
Tonight they were hosting a private party. The guest of honour was a young man, the son of one of Ayano's oldest and most wealthy customers. With him were his groomsmen, six of them in all. Later they would be joined by an additional ten or so friends of the groom. Ayano wished the father was attending to ensure his son's bachelor party was kept under control, but although the father had arranged and was paying for the event he had no interest in participating in a gang bang. His son's last fling before he married.
The groom and his groomsmen had arrived early to pick two or three of the girls needed for the party. The rest of the girls would get a well-deserved night off. Ryiko was the only girl not available as she was working with Yuki on her fantasy for Alex.
She turned and sat back down at her desk. She trusted Wataro, Kitagawa House's security man would watch over the girls.
Her first indicator that all was not well was a scream. Ayano leaped from her chair and looked below to the lounge. One of her girls lay cowering on the floor with the groom standing over her. Ayano could see blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. He began to scream and curse. She watched helplessly from above as the young man pulled back a leg getting ready to kick her.
The kick never landed.
Wataro had appeared from nowhere and pulled him back. Ayano could hear him warning the lad but instead, he struggled to free himself and called for help. Wataro was swarmed by the five others.
Wataro easily outclassed each young man as a fighter both in technique and in strength but he knew that six to one was a losing game. He switched from passive defense mode to aggressive. This was no longer a fair fight and the rules of engagement must change. He would not go down without a fight.
His fist connected with the first to arrive and the young man crashed to the ground. The groom used the distraction to escape his grip and turned yelling encouragement to the others. All the girls in the room except the one bleeding on the floor fled screaming from the room.
The second and third jumped on Wataro's back dragging him to the ground. The groom turned and kicked Wataro instead of the girl. Ayano watched horrified from above.
Nobody in the room noticed the arrival of the newcomer. Wataro heard the high pitched sound of rushing air followed by a loud thunk and one of the attackers on his back collapsed. Recognizing the sound he lashed out at the groom and grabbed the foot halfway through a second kick before it reached him. He ignored the other man on his back knowing in seconds he would not be a problem. Help had arrived.
The second loud thunk landed as expected and the second attacker collapsed falling to his side with a yelp and a groan. A loud shriek filled the room and again the high-pitched sound of rushing air filled the room.
The remaining groomsmen backed rapidly away from the five foot two short woman twirling a long black stick like an airplane propeller in front of them. She stood between them and Wataro who had risen dragging the groom to his feet.
The groom was still screaming obscenities and threats at everybody when Wataro threw him out the front door of Kitagawa House. The two untouched groomsmen had to assist the two who had been knocked almost senseless to the ground by the girl while the one Wataro had punched cupped a bloody broken nose as he left.
Ayano stood silently above watching. Her relief was tangible, but deep inside she knew the fallout from the night had yet to begin. This was going to be an expensive night.
***
Each of the girls at Kitagawa House had their own space. Similar to a suite in a high end hotel each space had a small entrance off the main hall that led to a larger room containing a kingsize bed and room for a couch next to a bar. Large windows looked out to the gardens. Off to one side was an ensuite bathroom complete with jacuzzi tub and walk-in shower big enough for several people. A smaller separate room accessed by a hidden separate door from the main room could be used as an escape room. Each girl could also use it as a personal private place.
Ryiko had set hers up as a quiet retreat with storage. There was a wall of cabinets that displayed items next to a sitting space with two small but cozy chairs. She sat now in one staring at the staff she had used to deadly effect earlier. It was about five feet tall and about an inch and a half in diameter, made from solid oak.
It was old and perhaps her most valued procession. Her grandfather had given it to her ten years ago telling her it was his father's. Several generations of use by hands had worn the shaft smooth. Yet it still shined black ebony from constant polishing and cleaning. It was simple, without any carvings aside from a small circle with a dot in the centre near one end. The meaning of the circle and dot had been lost long ago to the staff's previous owner.
There was a knock on her door and Ryiko rose to answer its summons. She had been expecting it. She rose, taking the staff with her and opened the door to find Wataro standing in the hall. She stood aside, let him enter, closed it afterward and walked back to her private space.
Wataro followed. "I came to thank you for my rescue," he said. "Without your timely assistance, this could have had a very different ending."
Ryiko nodded and sat in one chair. Wataro took the other.
"Was anybody hurt?"
Wataro grimaced and then replied, "Toshiko has a small cut to her mouth where the groom hit her. It is not serious and should heal quickly. Ayano canceled the party and is now dealing with the fallout. The rest of the girls are shaken up but this too will pass."
Ryiko nodded then looked directly at Wataro. "What is it with men who feel the need to hit a woman?"
Wataro did not answer. He had no answer. He watched Ryiko who was sitting in her chair staring down at the floor.
"You know I finished university at a young age with honours. I joined the army. They were recruiting officers for their Special Forces Cyber Espionage unit. I was the only woman in the unit. I wanted to make a difference and I knew a lot about computers. When my commander acknowledged my performance and ranked my work above my fellow male team members they started to despise me. I was a problem with their egos. They began to physically pick on me. Because I was smaller and female."
Wataro nodded. "Some men think own a woman. That women are lesser than men, it's an age old problem."
"That's why I started Bo Stick fighting," Ryiko replied. "We had to learn hand to hand combat in basic training but fighting against a male is harder for a woman. Men tend to be bigger and stronger. So women in the forces could choose options. I picked Bo Staff fighting."
She looked at the staff in front of her. "This was my grandfather's, then my father's. Grandfather made it himself when he was young. It is solid oak. Originally it was a peasant's weapon adopted by Buddist monks. They picked staffs because it is a blunt weapon that allows the welder to defeat opponents without killing them. That fit with the Buddhist principal of peace and mercy. In the army when we trained, the staffs were made from bamboo. Thinner pieces bound together like a Kendo stick. They do not hurt much when you get hit with one. Grandfather told me the original sticks were hardwood, oak or maple. Peasants were not allowed to have metal weapons. So they used the most common material available to them to create weapons."
Ryiko finally looked up to Wataro and ginned. Her mood had changed and she seemed to have finally brightened up.
"You know men," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "They like their wood," she paused for effect, "hard."
Wataro groaned. "Always the sex jokes, that one was terrible even for you."
Ryiko pretended to be offended, "Sorry, how about this, do you know what the sign on an out of business brothel says?"
Wataro shrugged.
"Beat it. We're closed."
This time Wataro laughed. "I am glad you're feeling better. This conversation was getting a bit depressing. So after the army you came to Kitagawa House?"
"No," she replied. "I got recruited by the Tokyo Vice Squad before I came to Kitagawa House. They were looking for a woman who looked young. I have always looked younger than I am. It's been both a benefit and a curse."
"You were the bait?"
"Essentially, yes. I worked the streets, I worked the pimps. My problem was it got out of hand."
Wataro raised his eyebrows in a question.
"I like sex. You're supposed to entice them, compromise them, get enough evidence to arrest them, and then call in the backup. But I would entice them, compromise them, fuck them which compromised our cases. I was not a good police officer."
Wataro changed the subject.
"How is your plan coming for your fantasy with the ga-jun?"
Ryiko smiled. "Yuki and I figured out the school girl part easily enough. But we are having a difficult time coming up with a way to include the sugar daddy concept."
