Chapter 4
The limousine bus pulled to a stop outside the Shinagawa Prince hotel. As people began to exit, Chris shook Andy's shoulder to wake him up. He had slept almost the entire way from the airport. Chris, on the other hand, hadn't slept at all. She had sat there, staring at her husband, reliving what she had done, wracked with guilt. Chris cried for the last thirty minutes of the ride into the city, realizing how she had betrayed her husband and shattered her wedding vows. As Andy opened his eyes, Chris promised herself that she would never let something like that happen again. She would do everything she could to be a good, loyal wife to her husband.
She prodded her husband and said, "This is us," before standing and making her way to the front of the bus. Nervously, she searched for Hiroshi, but he was nowhere to be seen. He must have gotten off quickly. When she climbed down the stairs and exited the limousine, he was not waiting outside for luggage with the other passengers. She scanned the parking lot, the hotel entrance and around the perimeter, but didn't see him anywhere. It was as if he had vanished, or had only been her imagination.
"Did I fall asleep on the bus and dream the whole thing?" she thought for a brief moment. The tenderness in her labia from having been stretched more than usual, the minor cramping in her womb from the pounding it had taken, and the lingering remnants of Hiroshi's seed leaking from her vagina told her otherwise. It had happened.
She sighed, collected her suitcase and followed Andy inside to check in. The desk clerks at the hotel all spoke perfect English, but with that same patterned accent the Japanese all seemed to have, from pronouncing the English words phonetically.
There was one slight hiccup when it was her turn at the front desk. Chris needed to provide a valid credit card, to cover any incidentals. She tried to use the Chase card, but it was declined. She cast Andy an angry look for not having paid the bill on time. She used their only other credit card, which was accepted. However, the hotel put a small hold on the account, which further stretched its dwindling available balance.
Unexpectedly, the hotel was very western and even more elegant than the Winstar World Casino, which until now was the most sophisticated place they'd ever seen. Their room was on the 12th floor, overlooking the nearby train station, and featured a single king-sized bed, a small table with two chairs, a large wall-mounted television, and a mini-fridge. This was, by far, the fanciest hotel and nicest room they had ever stayed in. Actually, it was the only hotel room they had ever been in, as cheap, roadside motels in East Texas don't really count as hotels.
The most unusual feature was the bathroom. The toilet was in a tiny room, all by itself, which seemed very foreign to the couple. "I might get claustrophobia when I have to take a shit," Andy said, crudely. "I guess I'll have to leave the door open."
"Please don't," Chris replied, rolling her eyes. The toilet had a heated seat and a remote-controlled, warm water bidet built in, which blew both of their minds. They'd never seen anything like it before. Andy decided to try it out right away, and took a long dump, then used the water jets to spray his ass clean, while shouting to Chris about how "badass" it was the entire time.
Next to the water closet, was a glass-enclosed room that contained the ultra-modern Japanese-style bath. It wasn't just merely a tub, like in most bathrooms they'd ever seen. This was a literal bathing room. It was tiled in black marble from floor to ceiling, with a drain in the floor, two showers on one side and a big, deep rectangular tub on the other. The shower heads were large, round and disk-like, giving off a dense cascade of rain-like droplets. A long hose, connected to each of the showerheads, led to hand-held sprayers with built-in brushes.
The tub was incredible, with numerous jacuzzi jets. It was deep enough for you to sit upright and have water up to your neck. Chris couldn't wait to try it out.
Instead, she decided to unpack their bags, putting most of their clothes into the dresser and hanging her dresses and Andy's one good shirt in the closet. That's when she found the traditional Japanese robes hanging inside for their use. "Oh, look!" Chris declared when she saw them, "Kimonos!"
One was pink and covered with cherry blossoms. The other was solid gray. She assumed there was one for each of them. An attached placard explained that the robes were for use while at the hotel and not to take it home. If you wanted one, you had to buy it in the hotel gift shop. If the robes turned up missing, they would charge the credit card $150 each.
"Oh, this says they're not kimonos," Chris said as she put on the pink one, over her clothes. "They're called yukatas and whatever you do, don't steal them."
They were both dead tired after the grueling flight, but they hadn't eaten since the plane, and that was several hours ago. The hotel room had been pre-paid and included coupons for three meals daily at the hotel's restaurants.
"I'm starving," Chris said as she sat on the bed, looking at a book that explained what kind of food each of the hotel's numerous restaurants served. It had other helpful information about the hotel, the Shinagawa area and Tokyo in general. "Let's go downstairs and get some food. This hotel has so many interesting places to eat."
As she continued to peruse the book, she heard Andy open the mini-fridge.
"Oh, cool, Jap beer," Andy said. Before Chris could reply, she heard the telltale sound of Andy cracking open the can of beer.
"Those aren't included, Andy!" Chris exclaimed.
Andy froze with the open beer against his lips, "They're not? Well, it's just a beer, how much could it cost?"
Chris jumped up and found the menu for the mini-fridge and small snack pantry. "What kind of beer is that? Domestic or International?"
Andy looked at the label and read it out loud: "A Sahi Super Dry," he said. "International."
"No, Andy," Chris corrected him, "We're in Japan. That's domestic."
She scanned the refrigerator menu until she found the entry for a can of Asahi Super Dry. "That's one thousand, two-hundred yen," she said, reading from the card. "That's like... Holy shit! Andy! That freaking beer cost over twelve dollars!"
"Twelve bucks for a can of beer?" Andy shouted, "Are they fucking crazy?" He sniffed it, then took a long swallow.
"It's good, but it ain't worth no twelve bucks. I'd rather have a Bud anyway. They got anything other than this crap chink beer?" He looked inside the mini-fridge again. "Oh, they got Bud! Hell, I'll just have that. How much is Bud? It has to be cheap."
Chris checked the menu. "Holy Shit! International Beers, including Bud, are fifteen hundred yen!"
"How much is that in real money?" he asked.
"Andy! It's all real money," Chris replied, giving him a dirty look.
"Yeah, ok, well, what's that in American?"
"That's like sixteen bucks," Chris explained.
"For Bud? Fuck it. Chink beer it is, then."
"Andy!" she shouted, looking at him in disgust.
"What?"
"Stop with the racial slurs, already? We're not at home here; we're in their country. And chink refers to Chinese people, not Japanese, anyway."
"So, it's ok if I said Jap beer, instead?" he asked sarcastically.
"No! Just call it beer. You don't need to make a point of insulting a race of people over it."
"Yeah, whatever," he said as he chugged half of the can.
She shook her head and went back to looking at the hotel guide book. "The hotel has a few fancy-looking restaurants. I'm not sure you would like any of them. There's also like a food court, with like a spaghetti restaurant, a few that I don't know what they are, a McDonald's, a bar of some kind..."
"McDonald's it is," he cut her off, without needing to hear the rest of the list.
"McDonald's??? I didn't fly halfway around the world to eat McDonald's. I want to try new things, Andy. Why don't we go down and look around? Some of these places look interesting."
"You go," he said, hopping on the bed with what was left of the beer. Just bring me back a Big Mac, fries and a Dr. Pepper."
"Seriously? You're not coming with me?"
"Naa, I've heard enough gook-talk for one day," he said as he stripped down to his boxers.
"Dammit Andy, will you try to not talk like that?" she scolded him again. "It is really bothering me."
"What the fuck has gotten into you? You never gave a shit what I said before?"
"It's different, now. We're visitors in their country. We should try to be tolerant."
"Yeah, fuck that. So, don't be too long on bringing me back my dinner. I'm kind of hungry."
Chris stared at him for a few seconds, wanting to yell, but knew it wouldn't do any good. She let out a sigh, then resigned herself to go on down and look around by herself. She grabbed her purse and one of the room keys and turned to walk out.
"Hey Chris, hold up," he called to her. "I changed my mind. She stuck her head back around the corner, smiling hopefully. Andy had his boxers off and was stroking his flaccid cock.
"I want you to give me a blowjob before you go."
She stood still watching him pulling on his dick as it started getting hard. The last thing she felt like doing just then was to suck his dick. However, as his erection bloomed, she remembered the lavatory on the bus and what she had done with a total stranger. Guilt washed over as she felt a little hungry itch between her legs at the memory of Hiroshi's cock pumping inside her.
