From: annd@pipeline.com (Ann Douglas)
Subject: Ann D. New Story: FOREIGN AFFAIR -ff-
Date: 12 Oct 1994 19:21:35 -0400
Organization: The Pipeline

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Ann D.

	-FOREIGN AFFAIR-
                    Part One
                    by  Ann Douglas


	"God this is boring."  Amanda McIntyre  thought to herself as 
she reached for another drink.
	For the hundredth time, she cursed Jim  Peterson for getting 
sick two days before the trade  delegation was to leave for 
Osaka.  Then she cursed  her boss, Bill O'Hare who had 
volunteered her to  take Jim's place.  Nine days in Japan and 
she hadn't  been included in any discussion of importance. 
Every day they would hold meeting after meeting where nothing 
was really accomplished.  Then at  night, the men on both sides 
would go out and  survey Osaka's night life.  And of course she 
wasn't  included in this male-bonding ritual. Never mind that  
it was during this hedonistic forays that the real  deals were 
made.
	She had considered telling Bill to go to hell,  but then  
she'd be looking for a new job by now. Ever since she had come 
out last year, Bill O'Hare  had made no secret that he didn't 
want that "dyke",  as he always referred to her in private, in 
his  department.  He never said or did anything in public  that 
Amanda could prove, but the signs were always  there.
	Looking at her watch, the 24 year old blonde  decided she'd 
done her bit for the company and  started to make for the door. 
The cocktail party was  already gearing down and she knew she 
wouldn't be  missed.  Besides,  the men were probably already  
gearing up for their next pornographic excursion.  
	As she neared the door, she ran into Pete  Wilson, the head of 
their delegation.  Her luck was  really running in the red 
today, Pete's view of her  was only slightly less antagonistic 
than Bill O'Hara's.
	"Leaving already?"  The tall gray bearded  man said.
	"I have a little headache, I was going to lay  down."  She 
lied.
	"I see,"  Wilson said in a disapproving tone.  "Well I'm not 
surprised. It's not like you've been  much of a team player on 
this trip.  When we go  home tomorrow without the trade 
agreement, I'm  sure your lack of cooperation will be noted."
	"Lack of cooperation...?"  She asked.
	"That's what I said."  He replied. "There's  not a man on our 
delegation that wouldn't put it all  on the line to get the 
Japs to sign.  Yet when  Hitanuma asked you out for drinks, you 
insulted him  by refusing.  He's not the type of man who 
forgives  or forgets."
	"Wait a second ,buster."  Amanda shot back.  "No way you're 
going to pin this one on me.  You've  never even looked at all 
the position papers I've  submitted.  If you did and followed 
some of their  advice, the people here at Hiraizumi Industries 
might've been more willing to deal.  If this  agreement falls 
through it's become of your hard  nose non-cooperative 
negotiation stand. Not  because I wouldn't roll over for Mr. 
Hitanuma. If  you wanted a corporate whore, you should've  
brought your secretary."
	With that she turned and walked away.  She  could feel his 
eyes burning into her back.  Of course  Wilson and the others 
had already agreed to put the  blame on her.  They'd report 
that if only she'd have  been a little friendlier to the Japs, 
they'd have gotten  the agreement.  
	"I've been set up."  Amanda noted.  "It had  all been a set 
up."  Jim Peterson had never been sick.  It had all been 
arraigned beforehand.  If the mission  went sore, it was all 
that dyke's fault.
	Her face flushed with anger as she reached  the elevator.  
"Well fuck them all."  She said out  loud as she hit the call 
button.  "I'm better off  leaving this lousy job anyway."
	Amanda took the elevator to the rooftop  gardens instead of 
her room.  She needed the night  air to clear her head.  After 
about a half hour, she  began to regret her earlier outburst.  
She should've  quit this job months ago, at least then it 
would've  been on her own terms.  Now as a fired employee,  one 
which was blamed for the failure of a important  trade deal, 
her future prospects would be  few.  
	Lost in thought, she hadn't heard the soft  footsteps behind 
her.  When the new arrival finally  spoke, Amanda nearly jumped 
five feet.
	"Konbanwa, Amanda san." A soft fluid voice  said. 
	Amanda whirled about to find herself facing  a rather 
attractive  Japanese woman.  She stood a  few inches shorted 
than Amanda's own five foot six.  Her short  black hair showed 
the slightest touches of  gray and Amanda guessed her age to be 
about mid-  forties.  Of course it was always hard to tell with 
 some oriental women. They looked pretty much the  same from 
thirty  to sixty.  She wore a bright green  cocktail dress 
which accented her small breasts. 
	Searching her  temporarily hazy memory,  Amanda tried to place 
where she had seen the  woman before.  She had to have been 
some  executive or other's wife.  How else could she have  
known her name.  Try as she could, the young  woman just 
couldn't place her.
	The older woman just smiled for a moment,  then made a hand 
motion leading to a large glass  door off to the left of the 
garden.
	"Yokoso oide kudasareta, Amanda san." She said as she made an 
inviting gesture with her  hand.
	Now seeing that there was an apartment  beyond the glass 
doors, Amanda realized that she  had just been invited in.  The 
woman must be  married to one of the corporate big wheels to 
rate a  home like this.  Reaching the door, she stopped and  
gasped in amazement at the decor.  It was totally  western.  It 
could've been a Penthouse on Park  Avenue.
	"Dozo."  The woman said as she again
motioned for Amanda to enter.
	Once inside, Amanda took a moment to take  in her 
surroundings.  Most apartments in Japan were  tiny affairs yet 
just this living room could house an  entire family.  A large 
screen TV occupied the far  wall, surrounded by a state of the 
art stereo system.  On the nearby piano was a photograph of a 
younger  version of the woman standing next to a much older  
Japanese man.  She didn't recognize the man, he  hadn't taken 
part in any of the trade talks. 
	The woman said something else that Amanda  didn't quite catch. 
 She felt a little foolish not being  able to understand.  Yet 
it wasn't her fault that she  didn't speak Japanese.  Searching 
her memory for  what she hoped were the right words, Amanda 
said  the only Japanese phrase she had been able to  memorize.
	"Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen"  She  said, hoping that 
she'd just said she didn't speak  Japanese and not some other 
ridicules remark.
	The woman just smiled again and pointed to  herself.  
	"Mariko."  She said simply.
	Amanda breathed a sign of relief.  At least  she  hadn't 
insulted her.
	"Amanda."  She replied. "Then I guess you  already knew that." 
 
	Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and  asked with her hands 
if Amanda wanted a drink.
	"Why not," Amanda said as she indicated  acceptance with a 
motion of her hand.
	Silence reigned for a few minutes as both  women tasted their 
drinks.  Amanda kept asking  herself, what did she do now.  
There was only so  much she and Mariko could do with hand 
gestures.
	"This is good."  She noted out loud as she  sipped more of her 
drink.
	"Hai!"  Her host agreed.
	"Well, thank you for the drink, but I guess I  really should 
be going."  Amanda finally said as she  placed the glass on a 
small table.
	Mariko seemed agitated as the American  woman started to turn 
in the direction of the door.  She reached out and took hold of 
Amanda's hand. The smaller woman's  grip was quite strong and  
surprisingly warm.  Amanda looked into her dark  eyes and 
smiled. 
	 "If only we spoke the same language," Amanda mused as she 
enjoyed the touch of Mariko's  hand in hers.  "Then I'd be able 
to tell you what an  attractive woman you are.  Back home I 
might  even  try to entice you back into my bed."
	She paused a moment then went on,
knowing that the Japanese woman didn't understand  a word she 
was saying.
	"I don't even know if they have such a thing  as lesbians in 
Japan."   She concluded.
	Mariko's eyes suddenly lit up at the word  lesbian.  Her grip 
grew stronger and she seemed to  pull Amanda closer.
	"Les-bins."  She repeated, again looking  deep into Amanda's 
blue eyes.
	A confused look covered Amanda's face. Was Mariko asking if 
she was a lesbian?  Had some  member of the delegation made a 
remark identifying  her as one?  Or was Mariko trying to say 
that she  too was a lesbian?
	The tall blonde didn't have a lot of time to  ponder the 
questions as Mariko took her hand and  pressed it firmly 
against her small breasts.  As the  naked palm pressed against 
the exposed flesh at the  top of her dress, the Japanese woman 
let out a soft  sigh.
	If she wasn't a lesbian, Amanda said to  herself, she was at 
least curious enough about girl  sex to have brought her here.  
However she had  heard about Amanda, she must have decided to 
take  advantage of her sudden appearance on the roof.  If  only 
to satisfy her curiosity.
	To respond was very  tempting.  Amanda  had always been very 
careful to keep her business  and personal lives very separate. 
 Back home, a  husband might head straight for the divorce 
court if  he found his wife with another woman.  Over here  
there was no telling what could happen. From what  she'd seen 
of Japanese husbands, they  were so  conservative that they 
made Jesse Helms look like a  bleeding heart liberal. 
	Then again, there wasn't much more she  could do to screw up 
her career.  Mariko was very  beautiful, and it had been so 
very long since she'd  broken up with her last girlfriend.  
Maybe it was  time to throw caution to the wind.
	Mariko then took the decision out of
Amanda's hands.  Pulling the American closer, she  leaned 
forward and kissed her.  So fluid had been  her motion, Amanda 
was surprised by the sudden  touch of her lips.  She opened her 
mouth to respond  and felt a soft touch as Mariko's tongue 
entered her  mouth.  
	"It seems like you've done this before." Amanda said as their 
tongues caressed each other.  
	Finally the kiss ended and the two women  separated,  each 
stepping back about a foot.  Mariko  reached out and placed her 
outstretched hand on  Amanda's large breast.  Running it across 
the  blonde's blue dress, she stopped when she reached  the 
large nipple. Her smile grew with wider as she  found it 
already hard.
	"I guess they're a little larger than You're use  to."  Amanda 
grinned. 
	Cupping both of Amanda's breasts, Mariko  stepped closer and 
kissed the exposed flesh of each  one. Then she lifted her head 
higher and kissed  Amanda's lips again.
	This time, Amanda was ready and returned  the kiss with all of 
the passion she could.  She pulled  the older woman against 
her, so that their breasts  pressed against each other.  As her 
tongue again  explored the inner reaches of Mariko's mouth,  
Amanda slid her hand down the Japanese woman's  back and then 
pulled up her dress.  Then continuing  downward, her hand 
slipped beneath the elastic of  Mariko's panties and finally 
came to a rest on her  smooth buttocks.  Amanda squeezed the 
soft flesh  and was rewarded by a small sign from Mariko. 
	They stood there a few minutes, holding  each other tightly.  
Then Mariko motioned for  Amanda to follow her into another 
room.  Taking  hold of Mariko's offered hand, Amanda willingly  
followed.
	Entering one of the side room, Amanda
found herself confronted by a bathroom of immense  proportions. 
In the center of the room was a large  tub, big enough to  
easily fit four people.  Next to  the wall length vanity stool 
a large glass enclosed  shower, with water nozzles on all three 
of the  interior walls.  All in all, the bath was larger than  
Amanda's bedroom back home.
	Letting go of Amanda's hand, the older  woman began to 
disrobe.  Her bright green dress  soon draped a small stool 
against the wall, and her panties quickly followed.


	-FOREIGN AFFAIR-
                    Part Two
                    by  Ann Douglas

	Amanda couldn't help but be impressed. 
Whatever her age, Mariko was in excellent shape.
Her breasts, though small, were round and firm,
capped by small brown nipples.  Her skin was
smooth and hairless, even the area around her
womanhood was nearly bare.
	Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda
quickly followed Mariko's example and dropped her
clothes onto another chair.  She knew Mariko's eyes
were riveted on her as she reached behind and undid
the latch of her bra.  One hand held her 38d bra
against her breasts as the straps came undone. Then
with an erotic slowness, she let the heavy material
also fall to the floor.  The sudden freedom from
constraint caused Amanda's breasts to bounce, much
to Mariko's vocal delight.  
	Next came the thin white panties, revealing a
hairy blonde bush.  Amanda always preferred to let
her hair grow wild in that region, as a mark of
independence.  From the reaction in Mariko's eyes,
she could tell that the Japanese woman also
approved.
	  Standing naked on the smooth tile floor,
Amanda rubbed her large breasts, bringing
circulation back to them as well as causing the
nipples to harden even more.  She had always been
proud of her breasts and spent at least an hour a day
working out.  
	Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands
all over the taller woman's body.  The immense smile
on her face made words unnecessary.  She stoked
each breast with girlish joy.  Then moved down to
the curly mound of blonde hair.  She was fascinated
by it's size.  She looked down at her own sparse
mound and looked  a little disappointed.
	"No, its beautiful."  Amanda said with a
smile as she reached down and stroked the Oriental
woman's pearl."
	Mariko's smile returned and she took
Amanda's hand and led her to the large shower on
the far side of the room.  Once inside, Mariko closed
the glass doors and hit a bright green button on a
wall panel.  In response, all three shower heads came
alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two
women. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko
produced a bar of soap and began to massage
Amanda's back with it.  
	Normally, Amanda preferred to be the
aggressor in a situation, but this time she felt
different.  Mariko's small hands felt so good as they
moved up and down her back that she was content
to just follow where ever the dark haired woman
led.  Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached
around and began to cover her breasts with soap. 
Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played
with the large globes.  Then she slid her hands down
to the hairy bush and covered that as well with a
soapy lather.  She slid her soapy finger inside
Amanda,  quickly following it with a second.  Then
she began to slowly pump the fingers in and out.
	Amanda turned around to give Mariko better
access to her charms.  Now face to face, Mariko
wasted no time in bringing her mouth to Amanda's
melon sized tits.  Her tongue outlined the large
nipples as her fingers reentered Amanda.  Then she
began to suck in earnest, bringing a small squeal  of
exuberance from Amanda.  As her fingers glided
faster and faster in and out of the American woman,
Mariko tried to take more and more of Amanda's
breast into her mouth.  The water from the overhead
showers continued to cover their bodies, washing
away the growing scent of girlsex.
	Amanda braced herself against two poles
build into the shower wall, wondering if they had
been installed there for exactly this purpose.  The
lithe Japanese woman continued to slide her fingers
in and out of Amanda's now dripping cunt.  With
each thrust of her hand, a new wave of delight swept
through Amanda's body.  Finally, having had her fill
of suckling at the American's large breasts, Mariko
moved her attention to between her legs, replacing
her cum covered fingers with her soft probing
tongue.
	The soft touch of the woman's tongue
proved electric as Amanda spread her legs wider to
give her greater access.  If it weren't for the
handgrips on the wall she'd fall flat on her ass.  Like
a surgical instrument, Mariko's tongue covered
every inch of Amanda's inner walls.  The waves of
delight now crested at more than twice the previous
level as spasms racked Amanda's body.
	"God, this woman is fantastic!"  Amanda
thought to herself.  "No way this is her first time." 
She continued, remembering former lovers who had
a lifetime of lesbian sex behind them, yet still had
nothing near Mariko skill with her tongue.
	Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex,
Mariko slid a soapy finger into the blonde's anus. 
Lubricated by the soap and water, it slid in easily
and it wasn't long before she was finger-fucking
Amanda's ass as furiously as she had her pussy.
	"Eat me!"  Amanda yelled as yet another
spasm roared  through her.  "Suck my pussy!"  
	She didn't know if the Japanese woman
comprehended a word she said, but the intent was
certainly  understood.  Mariko doubled her efforts
and it wasn't long before Amanda felt herself on the
threshold of an incredible orgasm.
	Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the
back of the Japanese woman's head and pulled her
deeper within her.  Just in time to receive an
eruption of cum.  Mariko scooped it up with her
tongue as fast as she could, but so intense was
Amanda's climax that she couldn't keep up.  
	Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in estacy,
grinding her cunt into the Japanese woman's face. 
She didn't care if she suffocated, as long as she
continued to delight her with that magic tongue for
just a few more seconds.	
	Finally, she began to regain control of her
shaking body and she eased off a little.  Panting, she
leaned against the tile wall.  Mariko slowing
removed herself from between Amanda's legs. She
also removed her fingers from both Amanda's ass
and her own pussy, which she had been
masturbating as well.
	Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard. 
The American loved tasting her own cum on another
woman's tongue and sucked it deep within her.  It
had been one of the most dynamic climaxes of her
life.  She couldn't wait to return the favor.	
	Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on
the panel and the torrid of water abruptly stopped. 
She slid the glass doors open and led Amanda out of
the shower.  Handing Amanda a towel. she quickly
dried herself off.  Then she motioned the blonde to
follow her into yet another room.  
	The third room turned out to be a bedroom,
as large and expensively furnished as the other
rooms. In the center was a large oval bed, covered
with red satin sheets.  Mariko quickly moved to the
center of the bed and invited Amanda to join her.
	Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately
began to kiss her small breasts, taking the tiny
brown nipple into her mouth.  As she worked on one
breast, her nimble hand worked  the other.  Then she
would switch.  Mariko clearly enjoyed the attention,
moaning softly with closed eyes.  Amanda moved
down the soft golden body, kissing her way to the
small black triangle that covered Mariko's still wet
cunt.  Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the
small bump of her clitoris.  Then she began to lick
the dried cum off it, mixing it with her own saliva. 
She felt a little silly thinking that an Asian  woman
might've tasted different. Of course it would be 
different, not because she was Asian but  because
everyone's body chemistry  was different.
	Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her
own magic on Mariko's garden.  The older woman
mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her
by the back of the head and matched the white
woman's rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis. 
Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready
tongue.
	Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began
to rock with a series of mini-orgasms.  Amanda was
determined to give as good as she had received. 
	Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire
Japanese.  So rapid was her speech, burst of words
between gasps, that Amanda would've been hard
pressed to understand her if she knew the language.
	Finally, with hand motions, she made
Amanda understand that she wanted something in
the night table.  Rolling off her, Amanda slid open
the draw and reached inside.  Grasping a long slim
object, the American lifted it into the light.	
	Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't
simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two
inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly
crafted by an artist's hand.  Every line, every vein
had been recreated.  Amanda had seen a similar
object d'art in a museum.  If this was genuine, and
there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be
at least three hundred years old
	"Is this what you wanted?"  She asked as she
moved back to Mariko.
	"Hai!"  The Japanese woman replied as her
eyes opened wide. "Harigata!"
	"All right, what ever makes you happy." 
Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock
over Mariko's womanhood.
	It had been a long time since Amanda had
used a dildo on another woman.  She didn't use one 
herself and few of her lovers did either.  They were
usually the province of bisexual woman who still
enjoyed being penetrated.
	Smearing the head of the artifact with
Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned it's
head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With
a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata
inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips. 
Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it
forward two inches.  She repeated the gesture a
dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese
woman was good and lubricated.  
	Mariko had been calling out words of
encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese. 
Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was
afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman.  Then
in a quick movement  Mariko grabbed the base of
the harigata and pulled it within her.
	The cry of joy and look of rapture on her
face told Amanda that she was dealing with one
determined lady. So be it.  She grabbed hold of the
ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and
out of her host.  Amanda never understood other
women's obsession with being fucked.  She herself
had only one experience to compare it against
almost seven years before.  Watching the volley of
emotions running across Mariko's face as she
greeted each new thrust, Amanda wondered if
perhaps she was missing something.
	It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew
suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a
determination to hold off orgasm as long as she
could.  Amanda increased her powerful thrusts,
having added her tongue to the effort a short time
before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she
gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a
burst of passion.  Amanda continued her efforts,
trying to make it last as long as she could.  It seemed
like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent.
	Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the
harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy
film, the result of her efforts.  Unable to resist the
temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice
cream pop and began to lick it clean.
	Mariko laid there quietly, her body
exhausted.  Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed
and snuggled up against her.  The two women
embraced and Amanda smiled.  It wouldn't hurt just
to lay there for a little  while, she thought.
	
	
	The next thing Amanda knew, the room was
filled with sunlight from the overhead skylight.  It
was morning.  She looked to the other side of the
bed, only to find it empty.  
	"What time is it?"  Amanda asked herself as
she jumped up and looked for a clock. "How could I
have spent the night?  At least on the bright side, her
husband never came home."
	Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly
at the base of the bed, Amanda began to quickly
dress.  A chime from across the room drew her
attention from to a small clock on a dresser.
	"Nine O'clock!"  She exclaimed.  "The final
meeting is scheduled for ten.  I have to get out of
here."
	Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying
a tray with tea and a collection of small breakfast
pastries.  She was wearing a dark blue robe that was
loose enough to give a splendid view of her small
breasts.
	"Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?"  She asked as
she placed the tray on a small table.
	"I'm sorry, but I have to run."  Amanda
replied as she pulled on her shoes.  "I hope you
understand enough to know how incredibly special
last night was.  I'd stay if I could, but I have to try
and save what little is left of my career."
	With that she jumped up and started to head
for the door.  She paused just long enough to kiss
Mariko good-bye.
	"I really do want to thank you again."  She
said before reluctantly turning to leave.
	"Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman
said just before Amanda disappeared out the door.


	-FOREIGN AFFAIR-
                    Part Three
                    by  Ann Douglas

	By the time Amanda made it back to her  room, showered and 
then changed, it was ten to ten. She arrived at the conference 
room only a few  minutes before the meeting was called to 
order.
	"Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the  breakfast 
meeting this morning."  Jim O'Rourke  whispered to her as she 
sat down next to him. "I told  him that you were ill but would 
be at this meeting in  time.  I was beginning to worry that you 
wouldn't"
	"Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it."  She  whispered back.
	Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at  the corporation.  
Most of the men, and not a few of  the women had taken a long 
step away from her last  year when she had gone public with her 
lesbianism. Jim had stood fast, telling her that it was no ones 
 business who she shared her bed with.  
	The meeting progressed quickly. Every once  and a while, 
Wilson would send an angry glance in  her direction.  Finally, 
Mr. Hitanuma took the  podium and all eyes fell on him.
	As his speech progressed, it became obvious  that the trade 
deal had fallen through.  Amanda  could feel the other members 
of the delegation  moving away from her in spirit if not in 
fact.  They  all knew where the ax would fall.
	"I think that maybe you'd better distance  yourself as well, 
Jim."  She whispered to her friend.  "I'd hate to take you down 
with me."
	"Sorry love,"  Came the reply. "I don't work  like that."
	Amanda smiled.  If she could  have ever been interested in a 
man, Jim would've been a  perfect choice. He was definitely 
good people.
	The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson  made a beeline for 
Amanda. The look on his face  told it all.  He'd do whatever he 
had to do in order to  salvage his career, no matter what the 
cost to hers.
	"We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San  Francisco."  He said 
coldly.  "See if you can try and  be on time for that at 
least."
	With that he stormed out the door, followed  by all her 
associates except Jim.  None of them  would even make eye 
contact. 
	"I guess that's it then, so much for the short  great career 
of Amanda McIntyre."
	Jim muttered some words of encouragement  and started to head 
for the door.  Amanda was about  to follow when a familiar 
figure in the far right of the  room caught her attention.  Her 
face turned pale as  she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko 
Hitanuma. Had she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife?  Had  
she wrecked the negotiations after all?
	"Jim,"  She said as she pulled him back into  the room.  
"Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? Is that his wife?"
	Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across  the room and shook 
his head.  
	"Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious  wife get within a 
half mile of a business meeting.  No  Japanese husband would.  
" Jim replied.  "That's  Mariko Takeshita!"  He added as if 
Amanda should  know the name.
	"Who?"  She said hesitantly.
	"Takeshita,"  He repeated.  "You really have  to pay more 
attention to  the briefings, and not just  those about 
corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is  the daughter of Kiyoshi 
Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi  Industries. "
	"Oh shit!"  Amanda said to herself. "I didn't  fuck the boss's 
wife, I fucked his daughter!"


	An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone  in her room 
packing.  In her mind she was reviewing  her options. There 
didn't seem to be many.
	"Too bad I'm not Japanese."  Amanda said to  herself.  "They 
have an old tradition here of seppuku  - ritual suicide."
	Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at  her own bad jokes, 
Amanda felt even more  depressed.  A soft knock on the door 
interrupted her  musings.
	"Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." She thought as she 
went to answer the door.  "No  one else wants anything to do 
with me."
	
	She was surprise when she opened the door.  Instead of finding 
the round middle aged Irishman  she expected , Amanda found 
herself standing face  to face with a beautiful young Japanese 
woman.
	"Ms. McIntyre."  The young woman said in  perfect English.  
"My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm  the personal assistant to Mrs. 
Takeshita.  May I  speak with your for a few minutes?"
	"Of course."  Amanda stammered, unsure  what to make of this 
sudden appearance.
	The tall woman gracefully entered the room. Amanda put her age 
at about 22.  She had very short  black hair and a nearly 
classic figure.  In another  time and place, Amanda would've 
found herself  attracted to her.  For now, her hormones had 
gotten  her in enough trouble.
	"I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to  you about a 
matter that she feels needs explaining."  Tamiko began in a 
crisp clear tone.  "You are most  likely now aware of Mrs. 
Takeshita's relationship to  Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn 
Hiraizumi Industries."
	Amanda nodded accent, wondering where
this was leading.
	"What you may not be aware of, because it is  not greatly 
publicized, is that for the last two years,  Mrs. Takeshita has 
been operating as the de facto  Chief Operating Officer of 
Hiraizumi Industries. Mr. Hitanuma occupies the position on the 
board  due to the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman  in 
a position of authority, but the real power rests  with Mrs. 
Takeshita.  I wanted to make this clear to  you before I go 
on."
	"I understand, please continue."  Amanda  lied.  "What the 
fuck is going on here?"  She asked  herself.
	"The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson  were totally 
unacceptable."  Tamiko continued. "As  such, they were 
rejected.  Mrs. Takeshita is aware  that Mr. Wilson plans to 
place the blame for this  rejection on your shoulders.  In fact 
he has already  sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect."
	Amanda just continued to nod, wondering  where this was all 
going.
	"Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you  yourself drafted a 
series of alternate proposals.  Proposals  which she feels 
would provide the basis  for a new discussion of a possible 
trade agreement. This belief has also been wired to your CEO, 
along  with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a  
disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be  placed in charge 
of such an important mission."
	"Wait a second......"  Amanda cut in.  "Those  proposals were 
never discussed outside this room. "How could anyone else know 
about them?"
	Tamiko hesitated for a few moments.  She  looked around the 
room as if searching for someone. Then she continued.
	"This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi
Industries."  She said quietly. "There is little that  occurs 
within it that escapes Mrs. Takeshita's  attention."
	"Damn!  The room is bugged!" Thought
Amanda as she repeated Tamiko's survey of the  room.  
	Amanda's face flushed red for a second as  she wondered if the 
surveillance was limited to audio  or included video.  Her 
thoughts were of the many  nights she'd laid naked atop the 
bed, masturbating  herself to orgasm.
	" Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that  all of these 
decisions were made prior to last night."  
The young lady continued, ignoring the signs of  Amanda's 
embarrassment.  "It is important to her  that you understand 
that these were all business  decisions, and had nothing to do 
with your, how  shall I put it, ....liaison with her last 
evening."
	"She told you about that?"  Amanda asked.
	"There was no need to tell me."  Tamiko  replied. "I have my 
own room in the penthouse, and  I was at home last evening.  
Rest assured that what  happened between the two of you was a 
genuine  coincidence.  Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing  
that you would be out on the terrace when she went  out for 
some night air."
	Amanda had a lot to absorb.  From what she  could tell, not 
only wasn't she going to get fired, it  was very likely that 
Wilson would.  Couldn't happen  to a nicer prick.  Yet right 
now she was wondering  something else.
	"Tell me, Tamiko,"  Amanda asked, her
voice now once again filled with confidence.  "Is it  only the 
Penthouse that you share with Mrs.  Takeshita?"
	Tamiko gave no reply, but from the
expression on her face, Amanda knew that this  beautiful young 
woman had also felt what it was like  to lay naked beneath the 
satin sheets of that colossal  bed. 	
	"Finally, I have been instructed to present  you with this."  
She said as she held out a small  envelope.  "In light of these 
developments, we felt  that it would be somewhat awkward for 
you to  return to San Francisco with Mr. Wilson and his  
fellows this evening.  Inside you will find a first class  
ticket for tomorrow's  mid-morning flight to San  Francisco.  I 
hope this is to your satisfaction."
	"I guess another night here wouldn't be so  bad."  Amanda 
said.  She pretended not to notice  that Tamiko's references 
had changed from "Mrs.  Takeshita felt"  to "we felt" to "I 
hope".   
	"Wonderful!"  Tamiko beamed, her face
coming alive for the first time.  "I would hope that  since you 
will be staying this last night that you will  allow me to take 
you to dinner. Perhaps  I can show  you some of the Osaka night 
life you might have  missed staying in at night."
	"Definitely video."  Amanda said to herself  as she watched 
Tamiko's eyes light up when she  mentioned that Amanda had 
stayed in at night.  "I  wonder if I could get a copy of the 
tape as a  souvenir?"  
	"Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have  a problem with 
you and I....."
	"Most definitely not."  Tamiko interjected.  "In fact it was 
her suggestion that I ask you.  She  said that I would find 
knowing you a unique and  very rewarding experience."
	Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached  for her coat.  
As they exited into the hall and  Amanda locked the door behind 
her, she turned to  Tamiko and asked.....
	"You don't happen to own a harigata, do  you?"

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