I am driving to meet my boyfriend to play tennis at a posh new country club in Hollywood. I am thinking how this past year has been so wonderful for me. Yamaguchi Enterprises, for which I had worked nearly all my life, was finally expanding to the United States. They selected me to be the Marketing Vice President of their new business located in Los Angeles. I had always wanted to travel to America, but was always a bit scared to do it on my own. It was hard to leave my family behind, especially my parents, but I could not let this excellent opportunity pass me by. Very few Japanese women have attained such a high position, especially at the age of 26.
Starting at age eight, whenever I was not at school or home sleeping, I was helping to clean Yamaguchi’s first store. At 12, I was also handing out flyers. By 16, I worked part-time in sales, and helped to design and create store displays. While working for my Marketing degree in college, I was already the store’s leading salesperson, in charge of designing store displays, and helping with all forms of advertising. After finishing my degree at 21, I helped in all aspects of the designing and layout of Yamaguchi’s eleven new stores all across Japan, and was named their advertising executive.
After three months of working and living in the United States, business was finally on the rise. I could not believe all the money I was making. I sent about half of it home to my parents, but still had enough money to move out of my small studio apartment and into a large, three-bedroom condo in Anaheim. I also traded in my used Honda on a brand new, gold-colored Lexus ES 300. I started shopping for brand-name clothing to replace all my old stuff. I even started dating an American man.
Thomas was a wonderful man who I met at the country club I belonged to. We were both taking tennis lessons and decided to play a set after our lessons ended. We hit it off wonderfully, and Thomas asked me out to dinner that evening. I found out he was 33, a partner in a small law firm, and had been divorced nearly a year from a 12-year marriage. I had only had sex with one guy before Thomas, a boy named Hideo who I dated in college in Japan for two years.
Although I liked sex with Hideo, it was usually very fast-paced and did not last very long. Thomas is a much more sensitive lover who taught me the ways of oral sex. Although I rarely, if ever, have an orgasm during intercourse with Thomas, he can usually get me off with his talented tongue (smile). He always likes to give me a nice massage after we work out or play tennis to. I really like Thomas.
So here I am on my way to meet Thomas to play tennis at this new posh country club in Hollywood. It is a Saturday afternoon, and he is to meet me there after his work. He has already given me the address and I got directions from the Internet. I have always had trouble driving on the freeway, getting lost on more than one occasion. I am thinking about the past year and my luck, when I realize I am in an exit-only lane. It is too late to turn back on, so I figure I will take the exit and then get right back on the freeway again. Unfortunately, unlike most exits, there is not an on-ramp in sight.
The neighborhood is rather dirty looking. The homes do not seem to be kept up and there are several broken down vehicles along the street. Many of the lawns have not even been mowed. I am a little worried as I know it will be dark soon. I see some kids, probably high school age, sitting in a car near the street and decide to stop and ask for directions. I get out of my car and walk over to them, and one of them whistles. I think the whistle is meant for me.
I am dressed all in white for tennis in a nice pair of shorts, tennis shoes, a tank top, and a visor. I am 5’6 and weigh about 120 pounds with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. I play tennis or work out 4-5 times a week at the country club and am rather proud of my toned 32B-21-32 body so I smile. The boy in the driver’s seat says, “Hey baby, you wanna go for a ride?”
