Page 7 of A Dom Vs. Domme Story
The only one not pretending to have a good time is Akihiro, who I believe is actuallyworkingon his phone in the far corner of the room. That leaves Kunihiro and me, the two thirty-somethings stuck with the wonderful pleasure of entertaining a bevy of international beauties who can’t keep their hands off us.
Kunihiro is in heaven. I don’t see a ring on the guy’s finger, but that doesn’t mean anything. He could still be married. Nevertheless, I share a toast with him and drink Cristal.
I also immediately begin fending off more than three pairs of feminine hands as they come for me with a mission.
Now, I would never say these women didcertain thingson the side to make some extra money, but I would not be surprised in the least if I found out that I could purchase the seedier services of every one of them that night. If I wanted, I could flaunt my billions of dollars and get them to do things to each other for my own amusement. Most of them had looks on their faces that insinuated they didn’t mind. Hey, I know how this works. This place isn’t so different from the Chateau back home, although the madam here has nothing on Monica Warren’s levels of untouchable sophistication.
“No thanks, ladies.” I sit in a chair and hope it’s enough to deter them from putting their hands where they are not allowed. While they’re not going to touch me anywhere but my shoulders, arms, and maybe my knees, I don’t need that kind of temptation tonight.
Now hold up!
Don’t give me that look. Don’t even mutter to yourself that I would ever in a million years be untrue to the woman I intend to make my wife one day. I’ve never cheated on her and I don’t intend to. Kathryn is more than enough woman for this bozo, which is probably why the image of three beautiful women coming straight for me with sex on their faces isnotsomething I’m into anymore. Three years ago this would’ve been one of the best nights of my life, but now? No way. I can’t even imagine keeping up with all three of them now!
“Drinks are fine.” I cross my legs and contort my torso so one woman can’t graze my ear with her fingers. Damn, are they working overtime? Did the Isoyas pay extra for these women to gohardon me? Or did their manager promise them I was a billionaire looking for a Tokyo girlfriend? “Just drinks, thanks.”
They go away, pouting. Another woman in a bright pink dress enters with a plate of carefully crafted sushi that she brings to the three men in the room. Sure, I’ll take some gourmet sushi while I’m at it. Booze, food… maybe look at the hot women? Hey, Kathryn and I have established that looking is more than fine. It’s the touching that rankles the both of us.
Because the thought of her being surrounded by men like I am by women right now? Testing me.
These thoughts spur me to pull out my phone and attempt to text my girlfriend while simultaneously eating sushi.
“This party is nuts. There are half naked women everywhere. Just FYI, there are half naked women all around me. None of them are as beautiful as you.”
I expect any type of response beyond the one I actually do get.
“I need God to intervene right now because I think I am partying with two of the biggest perverts in the country.”
Wait, what? I need more details than that. So why isn’t Kathryn replying to me anymore. One, two hours later, I’m still waiting to hear back from her ass that is probably already drunk. Which wouldn’t be a problem if she weren’t apparently in the hands of two of Japan’s biggest perverts… whatever the fuck that means!
I think this is going to be a long night. Hell, it might be a long trip depending on whether or not that rumbling in my stomach is from this food or from whatever Valerie might have given me earlier. Either way, I’m probably fucked.
