Some people have asked I try other stories than my personal experience ones. This story is one I worked on a couple of years ago. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you like it.
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I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like the story please let me know. Thanks, Lynne
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As a woman who travels a lot on business I have managed to find places I can go without dealing with the usual hassles of being a woman dining alone. One of my favorites is a sushi bar in Scottsdale, Arizona. I have found that by sitting at the sushi bar I don't get the unwanted advances I often get in other establishments. I also almost always meet some fun people for good conversation and a good time.
It was a hot summer night and I had worked until almost 8:00 p.m. I had run back to my hotel room to get out of my business suit and into a comfortable pair of shorts, a light cotton blouse and a pair of sandals before heading out to eat. I had already decided on sushi and was looking forward to some of the best in the Western U.S. as well as good warm sake to relax my overtaxed mind.
As usual I was able to get a seat at the sushi bar as soon as I arrived. That is one of the benefits of being a single in a sushi/teriyaki restaurant; there is almost always an empty seat at the sushi bar. I quickly order an ama ibi and an awabi from my favorite itamae, Kappi. In the years I had been coming here he and I had developed a friendly and sometimes flirtatious relationship. I also ordered a sake from the bar for myself and one for Kappi so that we would be able to do our traditional kampais.
I had brought my latest issue of Working Woman with me and started to browse through it as I waited for Kappi to finish preparing my sushi. The sake arrived just as he put my uni and tuna roll on my tray and I poured both of us a cup and we had our first kampai of the evening. I was already winding down and enjoying being in relaxed and comfortable surroundings. I bowed to Kappi and said itadakimasu as I prepared to eat his wonderful creations.
My sushi bar companions tonight seemed on the typical, although boring, side. To my left sat a couple, very yuppie and very Scottsdale. Neither knew anything about sushi and were only there because this was fast becoming the 'in' place to eat. On my right were two older women, I think they were regulars because they seemed to know Kappi well and looked familiar. They were finishing up and only stayed a few minutes. Before they left one of them dropped a $20.00 bill in the tip jar for Kappi. He bowed deeply in appreciation.
"Good tippers Kappi," I said as I poured the two of us another sake.
"They should be," he said as he raised his cup. "Her husband owns one of the biggest resorts in town and I often do private parties for them. Kampai!" He tossed back the sake and headed in back to get the deep-fried shrimp head of my ama ibi.
It was hard not to notice them. They both looked like they were in their early twenties but other than that they couldn't have looked more different. Donna looked like a slightly plump vampire. Jet black hair, a black mini dress, black hose, black lipstick, dark eye shadow and very pale, but smooth and rich, skin. Julie was her direct opposite. She looked like the typical ASU coed, blond hair, blue eyes, fit, light yellow sundress and tanned. The difference between the two was striking.
They took the empty chairs to my right. They quickly ordered two Kirins and two sakes and rather standard sushi neophyte fare, California roll and tuna roll.
Donna and Julie's beers and sake arrived just after Kappi and I finished off our sake with another set of kampais. Kappi snagged the $20 out of his tip jar and quickly bought us another round.
"Kappi, you wouldn't be trying to get me drunk now would you," I laughed as he worked away on Julie and Donna's order. "Remember, I'm a happily married woman."
"Happily married, Hay." Kappi said as he put the California roll on their tray. "But you have never been with a nihonjin so how do you know you could not be happier."
I laughed and poured us both another sake. "Now, now, you met my husband a few months ago and remember what he told you he would do with your 'amazing ginzu' if you didn't leave me alone."
Kappi crossed his legs and eyes at the same time in a display of mock pain. It got our whole section of the sushi bar laughing, and me blushing because I hadn't realized that some many others had been paying attention to our little flirtatious charade.
After the laughter had died down Donna turned to me and asked what kampai meant. I explained that it was a traditional Japanese toast and that it was common to share sake with the nihonjin in many sushi bars. In fact I explained it was not unusual to see some very drunk itamae at the end of a very busy night.
We started chatting and introduced ourselves. They were indeed coeds at ASU in Tempe and had only had sushi at some of the fast food sushi places around town. Donna was originally from everywhere, having grown up as an army brat and having traveled much of the world. Julie was from Flagstaff and they were out celebrating the end of the first summer term.
Since they were new to sushi I asked them if they would like a little help ordering. Donna said that she was always open to new and exciting experiences and loved to taste new treats. She seemed to cast a knowing glance towards Julie as if they were sharing some private joke.
"Ita-san," I called out to Kappi. "A spicy hotatagai and a tako for the these to gaijins."
We spent the rest of dinner trying some of the more exotic forms of sushi and continuing the kampais. Donna was by far the more adventurous of the two and was more than willing to try the various types of sushi. Julie on the other hand often had to be coaxed and sometimes even ordered by Donna, something I found rather interesting, to try things like eel and octopus.
I had a slight buzz from a little more sake than I was used to when we decided to try one more type of sushi and then call it a night. "Ita-san, three uni."
"Are you sure you want uni?" Kappi laughed. "After all, husband-san is not with you on this trip is he?"
"No, he's back home," I laughed. "And I don't believe that old nihonjin myth anyway."
"Ah, but it is true. But if you want to spend a night of frustration, who am I to prevent it. Of course my services are always available," Kappi raised his eyebrows to add emphasis to the last part of his statement.
"And remember what my husband said regarding your ginzu," I laughed as I held up two fingers like a pair of scissors and did a mock snip.