Chapter 10
Billy was really smiling as he sat in the GoGo Club on the Ginza. Shee-it, he hadn't been out playing in the Ginza for months, it seemed, and he'd always liked it, with all those crazy Japanese characters stuck up in the sky in neon brightness. Better than Broadway, with the slant of those funny ideograms, the way they twisted and turned, like they were fucking each other.
The GoGo Club was a non-touristy, kind of private place right at the southern end of one of the Chome-called streets. Up one floor, into a long, sleek room, plenty of hostesses around, and he knew the bartender, so he always got a discount and hardly ever had to pay for the hostess or two who'd usually cluster around, oohing and aahing about his beautiful black body.
One cute little Japanese chick was bowing and scraping beside him as they clinked glasses and had a Suntory together. He felt like making it with her, but he had to pick up Sunny pretty shortly, so best not get too involved. He told her a few things in Japanese that he'd made up beforehand to make her laugh, paid his bill, said "Sayonara" to his buddy the bartender, and left the club.
Walking down the street, heading toward where
he'd parked the car, he spotted an Oriental guy, obviously Japanese, walking hand in hand with a tall black chick with an Afro that would have put Roberta Flack to shame. He couldn't help but let out a "Right on, sister!" They looked at him; the man cracked a broad smile, and gave him the Black Power Salute, just like that. The sister followed suit, and called over her shoulder, "Malcolm died for your sins."
You never know what you'll see in Tokyo, Billy thought, as he climbed into the car, started the motor, and took off.
It wasn't long before he was pulling into the parking lot next to the Golden Goose. He got out, and there was Sunny, standing right at the front door. Unusual; usually, she waited inside, or he met her in her dressing room.
She had a very serious expression on her face, too, as he said, "Why don't you wait inside, huh? It's not summer any more, you might catch cold, Sunny."
"That all right, I had to see you right away, we go home fast, ok?"
"Sure," he said, leading her to the car.
As they were driving away, heading into a main street, she said, very straight, "Takitoshi-san tried to make fuckee-fuckee with me tonight."
Without thinking, Billy said, "So what, that's nothing new. You know how to handle him, right?"
"This time, though, he very serious, he chase me around his desk in office, he try to lock me in clothes closet ... he very determined man, I have to call on Miki for help, an she say she leave him if he lay one hand on me."
Screech!
Billy slammed on the brakes, narrowly missing a
collision with a Toyota up front, and a row of parked cars along the curb. He put the car in reverse, backed up halfway down the block, and turned toward Akasaka again. His expression was all cold fury as he began to exceed the speed limit and take corners at a rather fast rate. But ...
He felt a hot little hand on his thigh, reaching for his fly. Sunny, with the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, said directly into his ear, "Please, Billy-san, not while you feeling so angry. We go home first, you decide what you want me to do, I do it tonight when I go back to work. If you want, I call police, have him arrested on morals charge." She paused, unzipping his fly and slipping her fingers around Number One, then she added, "You always saying we Japanese so subtle, now you be subtle too, not do anything too quick without thinking first ... you dig?"
Oh, Billy thought, what a sweetheart this lovely little lady is. And, she's right, I'd just get my ass into a had scene with Takitoshi and his Red Guards. Yeah, better cool it for now.
Hard to cool it, though, when Sunny's fingers were scratching at his scrotum and running along his prick, tickling the tip and causing him to get those good feelings all around his nervous system. Of course, he could tell her to get her hands off his cock for the time being. Still, she was so super sweet about everything, he hated to suggest that; and, besides, he didn't really mind all that much, either.
At any rate, he managed to keep from creaming his jeans until they got back into their own turf, got the car parked, and got inside the apartment
Where he immediately got her on the tatami mat
and began to feel her up—delicately, of course— while his huge lips clamped onto her thick Oriental lips and he got his tongue going inside her mouth, Frenching her until she had to holler for breath.
Well, he let go of her lovely titties reluctantly, and let her up off the floor so she could warm up some sake for a taste. Of course she did that, and also lit up some incense that he hadn't smelled before; it seemed to have the aroma of Japanese pine trees, a very foresty type of smell. And, she got some Indian music on the stereo, some Ravi Shankar ragas that were really far-out stuff, really weird to hear those quarter-notes and five-note scales going down into his ears.
Maybe the music was affecting Number One, too, because his main member was staring to strut a bit, to get itself up and about, though still stuck inside his pants.
Well, he'd lie down and let her make it right on top of him. Treat her nice, and think about what to do with that shitass Takitoshi. Imagine—that slobby Nip trying to knock off his chick!
Yeah, maybe he'd better get to scheming a little harder with Miki, now that her old fart lover was in bad with her over his mishandling of Sunny. Yeah, maybe that would be a cool thing to do, to think up the plan, and really get that obnoxious Nip sweating sake by the gallon before he was through.
But, first; first things first.
Sunny came over to him, and undressed him, her gentle fingers carefully easing every stitch of clothing off his long, lean body, until he was Number One Nude. Then, after picking up those clothes and hanging them up, she did the same for herself, doing a little dance while she was removing her
garments that had him giving her some sustained applause, telling her that the best strippers he'd seen in Tokyo had nothing on her.
Now she had nothing on herself, either, for her lovely golden skin, in the flickering of the candles she'd also lit, was revealed in all its perfection, its sweet symmetry, those well-proportioned thighs and slim dancer's legs, those beautiful boobs that stuck out just so far and no farther. Oh yeah, she was a hard sister to beat, and so far ain't nobody else gonna beat her, either.
Especially someone like Takitoshi.
"Hey, Sunny, what did he try to do?"
"Pardon?"
"Takitoshi. Where did he touch you? How did it happen?"
She really didn't want to talk much about it, but he persuaded her to at least fill him in with an outline. What she said was something to the effect that he had called her into his office to talk to her about a new customer coming in, one he wanted her to take care of personally ... and, next thing she knew, he was "demonstrating" with her some of the things this new customer expected of his hostesses.
"If I find that customer, I'11 kick the shit right out of him!"
"You please be careful, Billy-san, that customer high minister in national government here."
So that was it. A political shakedown, a behind-the-back-door deal. Well, he'd really ram it to Takitoshi for that kind of shit, government minister or no government minister. He could play some pretty mean politics, too.
Right now, though, he really wanted to play with
Sunny. And, since Number One was ripe and ready, what better time than now?
As Sunny lay down beside him, positioning herself in reverse—that is, sixty-nine position—he said, "Say, Sunny, did that fat son-of-a-bitch make you lose face? If he did, I'll make him lose his ... I knock it right off his fucking head!"
She motioned him to relax and take it easy, as she replied, whispering directly into his ear, "Not Sunyo. Takitoshi-san made improper situation, so he lose face, he look stupid after he try his trick."
"You ought to quit that shit, get another job."
"Sure, I think about that But, he might do what you call ... blackball me with other places, then I no have job and we no eat"
Yeah, Billy thought, that's just the way he'd probably pull it off, too. Better to cool it for now. But, when I get him—I'm really gonna get him, but good!
Then, he started to feel her rubbing something all over Number One. It was bean curd.
Nice, thick, pasty bean curd, one of Japan's contributions to culinary culture. Tasty and nourishing, and very nice when licked off a plate ... or a prick.
She moved closer to him, her golden skin touching his, and her talented tongue leaped out and touched the tip of his prick. He gave a preliminary movement of joy, and she licked even more affectionately, touching him so tenderly that Number One could not help but come to life and start getting all excited, all over again.
While she was doing that, he checked her cunt
He sniffed; aha, she'd slipped some bean curd in there, too. Well, he'd have a taste, all right.
He snaked out his tongue, and touched it against the tip of her clit, feeling her immediate response, her little organ trembling with ecstasy and her body beginning to shudder with sexual expectation. He took a few love bites, chewed her clit, masticated it neatly between his teeth, just enough so that he could feel her squirm and hear her humming with passion.
Then, his tongue was pushing back her pussy lips, exploring the inner membranes of her sweet little slit. Wow, that bean curd was really stuffed in there; he really had to not only lick it out, gulping the sweet thick stuff down his throat, but also he had to suck it out, clamping his lips against hers and breathing deep within his diaphragm as he did so.
While he was tasting pussy and bean curd combined, she was taking care of Number One in a number one manner.
She was licking right around his foreskin, forcing it back with her tongue so she could come into direct contact with his glans, and he was feeling the gentle stimulation of her touch, causing his prick to really start shaking, if not sweating, from her ministrations. She continued licking away, getting her tongue back to the base, chomping with his pubic hairs and rolling her tongue underneath his scrotum and really getting his balls in an uproar, jangling in their skin sac like a pair of dice in a gambler's hand.
He could feel her orgasms beginning, her body quivering and vibrating, her juices flowing. He could now taste the tantilizing taste of pussy juice and perspiration being intermixed with the bean
curd in her palpitating pussy. His mouth locked hard on her cunt, and he began to really eat her, to gulp down the strange and sensuous mixture as if he hadn't eaten for weeks.
He could feel that she had her fingers gripped tightly around his ass, her fingernails clutched so tightly that he could almost feel her drawing blood. He had a grip on her sweet butt too, fingering her firmly but gently, as she seemed to be wanting to pull him in even closer than he already was.
Now, she was sucking away at Number One, her thick Oriental lips clamped firmly around his cock, drawing it further and further back into her quivering throat. Her Adam's apple was making its up-and-down movements, and he could hear her gulping and gobbling, could feel her mouth membranes coming down on his cock and doing their best to squeeze the juice right out of it.
His prick buckled inside her mouth, and he could feel it was rubbing right against the back of her throat. If she could, she'd swallow him alive, like a snake. Wow—what a woman!
She was coming in great glory now, her cunt a separate living thing, just exploding like a volcano and pouring out that sweet substance into his gulping, gaping jaws. He kept his nose free, having to breathe sometime, of course. The way her hole was outpouring her pussy juices, he could barely keep up with her output, swallowing as hard and as fast as he could. He could hear her making muffled sounds from deep within her throat, but he had no time for talk, just food.
The Indian music was really into some weird, skin-shivering modes now, and the sitar was plucking strings like feathers from a chicken. His nerves
were taut as his prick, and he was just about ready to let it all hang out, all the way. The way Sunny was coming, he had better forget about timing, and just let loose his juice and be done with it.
When he could hold it no longer, that's the way he did it
He came, feeling his organ playing one-two-three-four in her mouth, her membranes still squeezing it, and now it was buckling and blasting away, almost shaking itself loose from her lips with the power and passion of its outpouring of sperm. She didn't just suck it, she practically swallowed it, her throat muscles never faltering, her mouth gobbling and gulping deeply, keeping a proper hold on him until he had no more stuff to send to her, air mail special or otherwise.
So, they lay there, their mouths still locked with each other's organs, their hands still digging into each other's flesh, listening to the Indian ragas washing over them like some warm tropical tide. The incense was still burning, and that added even more to the delights of their senses of smell.
Finally, Billy pulled his tongue loose, got his mouth unattached from Sunny's pussy. As he did so, he felt her reluctantly let loose of Number One.
Of course, he licked off her pussy, catching what he'd missed, letting his tongue do some more talking with her, while he could feel her tongue cleaning off Number One from whatever was left on that end, too.
She snuggled next to him, and he yawned, exclaiming lazily, "I sure feel like bed or bath ... or both."
"Want to take bath, Billy-san?"
"Sure, but let's make it a fast shower, baby, so we can get our ass in that boss water fast, you dig?"
She shook herself, her long black hair falling over her shoulders as she slowly got up and got some robes and slippers for them. Then, they walked down the hall to the bath and, as was usual for this time of early morning, not a slant-eyed soul was around.
They got beneath the shower, and turned it on, not to cold or hot but merely a bit warmer than warm. He could feel the water sprinkling his skin, a very soothing effect, as Sunny soaped him down, her practiced hands applying plenty of lather in the right places.
She was scrubbing his hair, her deft fingers rubbing soap into his curls and massaging his mustache and sideburns. She moved around his massive shoulders, her hands massaging his back, then moving down to his waist, where she slapped plenty of suds into his crotch. But, the way she was lathering his prick, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sexual awareness as she rubbed and scrubbed at his Number One, as if trying to take off the dark pigmentation and turn him into some bleached whitey type of guy.
Moving down his long legs, she even got some soapsuds between his toes.
She didn't miss an area, left no details untouched.
Now it was his turn to do it to her.
He poured some into her lustrous black hair, letting the white suds pour down her face and neck. He soaped her shoulders, rubbing and massaging her, as she still kept her own hands busy on certain special parts of Billy's body; and he continued to soap her down, applying plenty of lather to her back and breasts, fingering her tits as he scrubbed
them down. She made some nice sounds in her throat, as if humming a Japanese melody, and he could feel her delicate body trembling with forthcoming passion as he gave her boobs the best of care.
Now, he was at her waist, putting plenty of suds on her ass, squeezing and patting while she rubbed against Number One, trying to get it going again. He got some soapsuds into her crotch, deftly getting plenty of them into her pubic hairs and even some suds inside her pussy, the latter mainly through the aid of his own probing fingers. He fingerfucked her a little, feeling that lovely wetness forming on his fingers, feeling her membranes move in tune with his finger's probing.
Next, her lovely thighs were thoroughly brushed and rinsed down, his fingers touching the flesh so that she was now singing indeed, her voice a sweet siren's call to action. He completed the workout by soaping the rest of her legs, right down to her toenails, as she'd done to him.
Of course, the way the water was still pouring down on them, they had to keep replenishing the soapsuds, or the shower would wash them right off. Unless they were rubbed off by twenty fingers, which they often were.
Finally, feeling that they had both been cleaned off sufficiently, he led her into the bath.
He tried the temperature with his toe.
"Ummm," he said. It wasn't exactly boiling, but then it wasn't exactly cool enough to drink, either.
She stuck in her toe, then followed with her ankle, all the way up to her kneecap, before saying, "Come on, Billy-son, water all right."
He tried it again, easing in all the way up to
his ankle. Shee-it, he'd been here for a couple of years, and he still felt like his skin was on fire every goddam time he stuck even his toenail into the Japanese bath. Maybe he'd never adjust; at least, to that particular part of Japanese life.
Well, fuck it, he wanted to make her happy, too, so in he went, trying the lower level, the two of them slowly sinking into the water, feeling the heat penetrate their skins and relax their muscles and otherwise give them some fine feelings as they held each other close and half-lay, half-sat in the water, right near the edge of the bath, their bodies rubbing nicely against each other.
He braced his back against the edge of the pool, looking like a bent Buddha, as she submerged like a submarine in front of him, her head suddenly busy beneath, the water, in effect giving him a little touch of head, trying to get Number One up even in the near-boiling water.
Well, it had never really gone down, either, so as she moved her fingers and lips, carefully holding her breath, he began to feel that familiar stirring in his crotch again, until she had to come up for air.
"Billy-san, I have you up very soon, then Number One make it with me, you dig?"
He had to laugh, the way she mixed her idioms as she did. But then, his Japanese was nothing to write home about, either, and she was probably a million words ahead of him, as far as language comparisons went.
Now what the hell was she doing?
She was rubbing her ass against his crotch.
Slowly, as if doing some kind of dance, she was hefting her haunches against Number One, the cheeks of her sweet swinging ass just moving as if
dancing to unheard music. Beautiful. Something was happening, and he could feel those muscles stiffening already, could feel his balls growing bigger inside their scrotum as her golden skin got his foreskin pulling back almost by itself.
Oh yeah, those good feelings. That warm water, soaking his skin. That warm woman, getting him going again.
Number One was responding magnificently; he could feel it growing, inch, by inch, strutting right out there, standing stiff with pride.
Well, time to get down to serious business again.
She had finished rubbing him down, and now, as she turned around, he reached for her crotch, to diddle with her clit ...
When she backed away.
She crooked her finger at him, bending it in her direction, as if to say "Follow me." Then, she got down in the steaming bath water and started to swim away.
"Hey!" he called. "Hey, Sunny, don't jive me, baby! You think I'm gonna play submarine with you? I ain't gonna swim in that hellhole any more than I can fly over it, you hear?"
If she heard, she paid no attention, but just kept on moving her lovely body through the water, until she was at the far end of the bath, the very deep end. She floated on top of the water, on her back, her breasts hugging the water line, splashing her arms in his direction, apparently waiting for him to catch up with her.
Crazy cunt, he thought, she's as unpredictable as I am, now she's got me all set up and no place to put it, goddam her sweet ass!
He watched her, his cock getting stiff with righteous anger and irritation.
She began to swim toward him.
Slowly, she moved to about halfway from him, right in the middle of the bath. She seemed to be suggesting a compromise as she beckoned him to join her. His anger began to subside, and he started thinking his way out, trying to figure out what to do next.
Of course.
Walk along the wall.
He started moving by the edge of the bath, slowly moving his long limbs, feeling the water steam him like a clam with each purposely short step. It was hot enough to melt his Number One right off, but remarkable enough, it was keeping right up there as it sort of rode along the surface of the water as he moved. However, he noticed that the closer he got to the middle of the bath, the more she would swim away, so that, by the time he got to where he was going, she'd moved back toward the far end again.
Spreading his arms along the edge of the bath, with his prick riding like a piece of driftwood in front of him, he called her to him, cajoling her with a hint of barely suppressed anger.
She smiled sweetly, and blew him a few kisses.
He took hold of Number One and waved it in her direction like a gun, giving an implied threat of blowing her head off with it. That, of course, would be a different way of giving her head, at that.
Finally, she got the message.
Maybe she was just teasing him all along, just soaking her own version of a Japanese joke. At any rate, she started swimming toward him, her hands
splashing the water, her head moving from side to side until she had got right up beside him. As she put it, it was just her own version of an amusing caper, a sly insinuating way of getting him aroused, not in anger but in sex.
"Fine," he said, still feeling put out. "In that case, I'm just gonna lean back and relax, and you can fuck me by yourself, you dig? I mean, sweet sister, you climb on board my train and run the engine at the same time."
When she gave him a puzzled look, he amplified things for her. She could see he was irritated, and since she was always so eager to please, she moved in front of him and got her arms around his waist. She hoisted herself upright, so that her pussy lips were right against the tip of his prick and, slowly but with surprising strength, she began to impale herself on his prick like a piece of well-cooked meat. He could feel her pussy lips parting, the membranes opening wide to allow his main member passage. She moaned with appropriate feeling as his Number One got itself nicely drawn inside.
She was really gripping his ass, and he made a mental note to have her clip her fingernails by at least a half inch as soon as this immediate business was taken care of.
Her breasts were nicely pressing against his chest, and he felt the taut nipples boring holes in his skin. But he continued to play the casual dude, letting her do all the work. It was sometimes more fun this way; especially when she'd played such a game as she had. So she was going to get had, not him.
His balls were feeling pretty tightly jammed up, and his prick was beginning to move and groove inside her. His navel and her clit were keeping pretty
close company, too, and she could feel those electric thrills pulsating through her petite body, while he could feel her really wriggling. The water was adding a steamy, sensual effect to their lovemaking, and he could feel the right muscles relaxing and the best muscle driving home his woman.
She was like a fish on the line, wriggling and shoving against him, her orgasmic exertions now really going strong. He'd made up his mind he was going to hold back until his cock practically dropped off, really making her work for every twinge of his dick and drop of his sperm. Yeah, that's the way he'd do it.
She was begging him, imploring him, to get with it, to come along with her crests of orgasmic bliss. Her pussy was tempting him pretty bad, but he was a strong-minded guy, he'd have none of that until he was goddam good and ready.
Oh wow, the pressure she was putting on his prick!
Finally, when she had just finished a gut-wrenching orgasmic explosion, when it seemed as if she'd never find the strength for another one—that was when he hit her.
He came, burst after burst, and he could hear her gasp, feel her muscles fluster as they tried to quickly catch up and at least match his surging strength, the powerful pulsation of each blast of sperm slamming into her.
Good, he thought, that's what she wanted, that's what she gets, she'll know fucking better than to play that number again on me!