Author's note: All characters in this story are over 18, as stated within the story.
Paradise Obtained: Chapter 5 -- Kanako
Herr Haller's directions were to visit a major real estate company in Tokyo, who had already received instructions from him. They would be expecting us and would have a set of suitable properties ready for me to go on the Hokkaido and review. There were at the time no significant restrictions to foreigners buying property in Japan, so that would not be an issue.
Georgia and I took a few days off to recover from jet lag and do a little sight-seeing before attending the offices of the company in question. One of the sights I was trying to see was any sign of a suitable potential Japanese girl to add to my harem. Such a one was necessary anyway to run my new property for me, but I was hopeful of getting someone who would prove delightful in bed as well.
My experience of Japanese women was inevitably limited. There had been a couple of students at Oxford, but not on the courses I had been involved in, and then of course there was internet porn. Neither was likely to be an entirely representative sample of Asian womanhood, but the latter did at least tell me that they were often extremely hot, with a different, but equally delightful, type of beauty from the blondes, brunettes and redheads of my dreams -- and recently of my reality.
So I searched for a pretty Japanese girl to make mine, but without success. I saw plenty of potential candidates but, speaking no Japanese whatever, I needed one with really excellent English and I was out of luck there. Eventually I was obliged to give up my search for the moment and instead took Georgia to the headquarters of the Kayoda Real Estate Corporation as arranged.
*****
This proved to be in a very upmarket office block. We were expected and were greeted in the lobby by a company representative, a smartly suited young man in his mid-twenties who announced himself in the western style as Mr Sato. I introduced myself and Georgia, the latter as Miss Harding, my Personal Assistant. I found Sato-san polite to the point of being obsequious, and was relieved that he soon ushered us into a lift which took us to the sixth floor where Kayoda had their offices.
On our arrival at their reception area, we continued to be treated as highly honoured guests and were swiftly shown to a well-appointed and spacious private office where soft drinks, water and light refreshments had been laid on. Sato now announced that he would fetch Mr Morioka, who was obviously his senior, who would show us details of the potential properties that had been selected for viewing.
As he prepared to leave, he signalled to someone in the corridor outside to enter and said, "I will leave you for the moment in the care of Yoshida-kun. She speaks excellent English and if you need anything will be happy to help."
Sato left, but I scarcely noticed because I had eyes only for the vision of shy beauty and bashful innocence that had just entered the room. She bowed slightly to me and then Georgia and said, "Mitchell-san. My name is Kanako Yoshida and if you need anything it would be my pleasure to assist you". Her English was flawless and she blushed with slight embarrassment as she spoke.
Georgia and I made some small talk with her while we waited for Mr Morioka. From my point of view, the most useful points were to establish that she was an intern with the company and had been employed as such for only four months, she being 18 years and 9 months old and newly out of high school. An uncle who worked at the firm had got her the internship position.
Perhaps at this point I should give some description of my beautiful Kanako as I first met her. She was dressed in smart office wear -- dark suit jacket in a female cut, matching tightly fitting knee-length skirt, crisp white blouse, bare legs rather than tights and shiny black flat shoes. Entirely unintentionally on her part, the effect was rather sexy, with the ensemble showing off her slim, trim figure perfectly.
She had -- and has -- the most beautiful hair, silky black, and worn long, beyond her shoulders. The day we met she had it tied back into a pony tail, which was simultaneously smart and pleasingly feminine. In terms of her appearance, her classically East Asian features formed a delightful picture of natural youthful beauty. I found the modest gaze of her brown eyes particularly attractive.
In terms of personality she was obviously keen to please. This helped her to overcome her natural shyness with such an important foreign client as, apparently, I was regarded. And she really did have the most delightful smile, seeming genuinely pleased to meet us.
Thinking back to those hot Japanese porn stars I mentioned earlier, I decided that Kanako was easily a match for any of them. But it was her air of shy innocence that really had my cock stirring in anticipation. I wondered if, like Georgia before her, she might be a virgin. If so, then I longed to deflower her -- instantly, over the table in this office, would have been nice, but, sadly, not a practical option.
My mind was made up. I had to have Kanako. She would lack experience in terms of running my business affairs here but, that aside, she was perfect in every other way. Now I just needed an opportunity to use the mind control device on her and re-programme her into my willing slave.
These thoughts were interrupted by the return on the smart young Mr Sato, this time accompanied by his senior, Mr Morioka, a middle aged man of perhaps 55, with an air of great dignity. I was obliged to turn my attention to business. We looked through the various houses and villas they had selected and were swiftly able to narrow the choice to three that we would actually view. Already I suspected that one of these seemed perfect.
The price was by any normal standards high, but affordable to me. Morioka-san and his side-kick were clearly excited about the sales commission they would soon be earning, so I took the opportunity to insert a requirement as they discussed plans for the viewings.
"One small point, if I may," I interjected. "I would like it if Yoshida-san could accompany the sales team. I think she would be most useful as a translator and as support to my assistant Miss Harding."
Mr Morioka was clearly surprised by the request, a lowly intern being rather beneath his notice. However, he recovered swiftly and agreed. After all, it must have seemed to him a matter of little consequence. Morioka had no way of knowing of my evil designs toward his junior colleague.
*****
Exactly a week later, we were viewing the third and most promising of the three properties. It was a sort of villa high in the mountains of Hokkaido, modern but of a distinctly Japanese character. It was indeed perfect for my purposes, and so presumably also the purposes of Herr Haller, whatever those were.
The party at the point consisted of Georgia, myself, Kanako and the eager Mr Sato. Mr Morioka had returned to Tokyo. I realised if I was to successfully take control of Kanako, then it had to be now.
I spoke to Georgia. "Sweetie, I want you to do something for me. I need time alone with Kanako. You need to distract our friend Mr Sato, let's say for an hour. That should give me enough time. Get him to show you around the house again. Everywhere except that lounge with the great view of the mountains. I will be using that. Do whatever you need to do to keep him occupied. Come on to him if you need to, fuck him if you must. Do you understand?"
"Yes, of course, my love. You can rely on me. I'll get you the time you need."
Georgia duly called Sato away. As always, he was happy to be helpful. I also suspected that it had not escaped his notice that Georgia was very attractive and he was eager to impress the American girl. And so, as planned, I was left alone with Kanako. I asked her to show me the lounge with the wonderful view again. It was there I planned to make my move.
I have spoken before about the varying ease with which I was able to take control of my girls. Kanako was to prove one of the trickier ones (although not the most difficult -- that story will be told in its proper place). The reason for this was that Kanako's natural shyness and reserve made her deeply unwilling to engage with my hypnotic device. She kept casting her eyes downward, instead of looking at the light patterns.
Had she done the sensible thing and fled at the beginning I would have lost her, with who knows what consequences for me. Unfortunately for her, Kanako had been raised to be dutiful and polite and this stopped her from simply running out on an important client. So, ultimately, she succumbed, but it was a struggle. In fact, I believe I would have failed but for one thing that I did not yet know. Kanako is a born submissive.
"Yoshida-san, I want you to look at this light"
"I don't understand Mitchell-san." Kanako looked down at the floor.
