Satin laid back on the full sized California King and stared directly up the ceiling mirror. This was it. This is where she was putting the bulk of her investment. Because without Natsu showing up for this weekend there was no way to use any other tactic to get to him and to persuade him to do what needed to be done to solidify the deal. So this was the only true obstacle. The only thing standing between her and one hundred million dollars.
“It’s do or die time.”
*****
Roland was already seated back in his primary control room completely naked. Gwen was rolling in a box on wheels. It looked to be about 7 feet tall but had to be relatively light for her to be pushing it with such ease. Roland refused to even look at her as he barked his commands.
“Set it up. And be quick about it.”
“Yes, Mr. Pique.”
Gwen was trembling. She had never seen Roland like this before. There was an element of anger laced in his sexuality this time that quite frankly she did not recognize, but for reasons that she did not quite understand herself, she found it exciting. She unboxed the apparatus and began assembling it. Roland continued looking at the screen as he bore witness to a metamorphosis that he had actually expected and intended to be a part of himself. Satin was no longer the caterpillar in the cocoon. She was hatching and emerging as a full fledge butterfly.
*****
Satin didn’t concern herself with any specific order of phrases. Her primary concern was to be believable. And to sell that, she would have to genuinely give in to the experience. As did Natsu. The same way she was able to recognize those moments of revelation and epiphany was because she had just experienced them herself. This new and shocking sensation that was being thrust upon him that had exhilarated his being. The lack of control still infused him with a sense of power. And those feelings are powerful sensations to the senses. Addictive even. So much so, that anything less than that becomes unsatisfying. What she had seen in Natsu was the reaction of a man who had not been thrilled sexually for decades. And it moved him on a level that rivaled a spiritual awakening. By now, in those moments that he is alone, when he does not have a way to preoccupy himself with the distractions of work or responsibility, there is a longing that is growing within him. He has had a taste of something that he never even realized existed within himself. And he wants to be able to experience it again. And again. And again. And not have to come all the way to the United States to experience it. This is what she is offering him. The one thing that he could never get on his own in Japan. Understanding. Acceptance. And willing supplicants who live for the opportunity to continually serve him in this capacity for the rest of his days. And to a man of his years, the last of his days is a valuable commodity indeed. But first, he needed to be convinced that she recognized what that need was and could provide what he thought was a once in a lifetime experience, consistently as a service. And what better way to prove her understanding and comprehension than by sharing her experience with him?
Satin began to understand why these ladies did this work and why Roland had kept them in under his employ for so long. They truly enjoyed what they did. There was no acting or false pretense here. It took them all of 30 seconds to really get into mode. Their sexual appetites were voracious, but they were mindful to do exactly as Satin had asked. Every movement was slow, sensual, and genuinely seductive. They understood that it was meant as a show to do more than just sexually arouse the nature and desire of Natsu Yakamura, but clearly that was secondary for them. These women simply enjoyed what they did. The actual act of making love. The sexual energy that inspires passion from all aspects of your being. They were connoisseurs of a kind. Very in touch with their sexuality and clearly without any sexual inhibitions at all.
Satin let herself go. She closed her eyes as Tracey began to suck gently on her nipples. Her mouth was hot and moist. Her tongue raked across the surface of her areola and it sent electricity throughout Satin’s body. Tracey reached down between Satin’s spread uplifted thighs and parted the lips of her vulva. Satin was already wet. Tracey could see the light glistening from her slit. The Italian woman laid down between her legs and with slow deliberation, turned her head to the side so that the camera above would have a clear unobstructed view, then ran her tongue from the bottom her Satin’s slit, where her juices were leaking down, and collected the sweetness of her nectar into her own mouth. She laid there with the side of her face pressed up against the underside of Satin’s legs, and continued to lick and slurp, and sip, and tease. And then without any warning at all, drove two fingers into the depths of Satin’s sex. Tracey pulled back the hood covering Satin’s clit and the Italian woman began licking and sucking on it in earnest. She began a slow rhythm with her fingers in Satin’s pussy that had Satin rocking her hips. The red head woman started sliding on her strap on dildo. Satin’s chest was heaving so hard. She was being overwhelmed. Tracey whispered in her ear.
“Mr. Pique says that he has it from here. To just go with it.”
Satin looked up at Tracey. Tracey pulled back her hair and turned her ear to the side so that Satin could see the Bluetooth ear piece in her ear. She should have known that Roland would be up in his control room watching the show. And now he wants to take on directing privileges as well.
“Don’t worry Satin. Just trust us. We know what we’re doing. Just let go. Forget about the job and let go.”
Satin closed her eyes and allowed herself to forget everything else. Tracey was right. The women did indeed know what they were doing. And regardless of what else happened here, all of the real work would be in the editing of the tape. Tracey was still whispering to her.
“Have you ever squirted before, Satin? I mean, just had an orgasm so powerful that it literally gushed out of you?”
Satin nodded her head “No.” And Tracey smiled.
“Good, then you are going to love this.”
Tracey began deeply kissing Satin. It was so sensual it literally took her breath away. Tracey’s tongue was different from a mans. She was a petite woman with tiny features, to include her mouth and tongue. It felt small and warm and her mouth was sweet. She kissed Satin hungrily. The red headed woman was finally finished gearing up and she moved the Italian woman to the side as she positioned herself between Satin’s legs and brought the head of the strap on to the entrance of Satin’s pussy. Satin tried to look down to see what was being put inside of her, but Tracey pushed her head back down.
“Don’t worry about what’s going on down there. You’ve got your hands full with me up here.”
Tracey suddenly pulled herself up and straddled Satins head. The lips of her pussy mere centimeters from Satins mouth.
“No more hesitating. No more waiting. Lick my pussy, Satin. Stick your tongue deep inside of me and drink deep from my well.”
Something within Satin was stirring. The fact that they were all here for a very specific purpose was irrelevant, the fact that Roland was watching was meaningless. She wanted this. These feelings, this experience. She lifted her head and licked a long wet trail for the full length of Tracey’s pussy. Tracey arched her back and closed her eyes. Satin wrapped her hands around Tracey’s thighs and pulled her down to relax her weight on her mouth. Tracey wasn’t quite expecting that. She began a light grind on Satin’s willing lips. Satin was exerting force with her face onto Tracey’s pelvic bone. It was her way of telling her that she wanted it. To bring it on. The Irish red head was beginning to break into a light sweat as she continued to stroke in and out of Satin’s pussy. The Mexican woman finally materialized with a small vibrator. Roland was whispering in her ear.
“Maria, I want you to put the vibrator on its lowest settings and then place it directly onto her clit. Don’t let up whatever you do. I want her to have a steady of non-stop stimulation coming from every possible direction.”
Roland was methodical. He was stacking the stimuli to continually build her arousal without overwhelming her too soon. He knew that Satin had already multiple o
rgasms, but he was going to guide her into a whole new experience of being. His goal was to make each experience not just new and exciting, but different. Something that she has never experienced before. Something she would likely never experience again anywhere else, except here. At Passions Pique. Under Roland’s instruction. Roland smiled in triumph as he watched Satin’s body twist and convulse in pleasure under the delicate skills of the ladies. She was losing herself again and again in the pure selfish joy of it all. Roland knew exactly how she felt and exactly what she was thinking. He didn’t have to know how to read her mind. He was the one injecting her every thought, from the last to the next. And right now he knew that she was feeling totally unapologetic to the core for how good she was being made to feel. And almost giddy with the excitement with the knowledge that this fruit of all of this sinfully delicious pleasure, in a few days will net her one hundred million dollars.
“This, my dear Satin, is just the beginning.” He smiled. “I haven’t even begun to show you my world. It gets better. Much better.”
Roland turned to address Gwen, who he left strapped to a huge apparatus that looked like a giant “X.” Her hands and legs were strapped in and there was a “SYBIAN VIBRATION” device locked in place between her legs. She was impaled upon it with a 6 inch vibrating dildo going to work on her at about half speed. She had been sitting on it for over 15 minutes now. The orgasms were tearing through her like lightening. And she was unable to respond to Roland’s question. Roland took a small basket that was filled with clothes pins and began fastening the clothes pins to Gwen’s flesh, starting with her nipples.
“You are very lucky that I still consider you my most prized possession, Gwen. Otherwise your punishment would be far more severe.”
Gwen could barely focus her gaze. Her eyes kept rolling back up into her skull from the back to back orgasms. She was starting to drool a little from the mouth. Roland couldn’t contain he satisfaction. He knew that meant she was fast approaching the point of where the pleasure in her orgasms would soon be gone. And then her real punishment would begin.
“Take your punishment. And learn your lesson well. Never again do what you have done. Do I make myself clear Ms. Pastel?”
Gwen managed to nod her head and give a grunt as an affirmation. Roland finished fastening the clothes pins to her body. From her nipples down her rib cage, the front of her stomach to the top of her inner thighs. Then he ran a string through them all. One yank to snatch them all of in an instant. Gwen had tear forming at the corner of her eyes. The pleasure was becoming almost painful, but she couldn’t get off of the Sybian or stop her body from wanting to cum yet again.
Roland returned to his monitors. The ladies had changed position. Satin was on all fours with the Irish woman pounding her mercilessly from behind. Tracey was on her back in front of Satin in a 69 position with the blonde Italian, being licked by both Satin and the Italian woman. And the little woman from Prague had dawned her strap on and was likewise pounding the Italian woman with everything she had. This was a full blown orgy gone wild. Roland was no longer in control. A fact that both excited him as much as it angered him. But he did not interrupt. This was after all, Satin’s undertaking. He would let his cameras record the activity and wait for Satin to do her editing to fashion it into whatever tool she needed it to be. This phase in her training is complete. Satin has crossed a line within herself mentally, emotionally and sexually. She is becoming immersed in Roland’s world. And from the looks of it, she’s seems to be enjoying herself thoroughly.
“She’s ripe with potential.” Roland smiled. “And soon, she’ll be ripe enough for me to pick from the vine as often as I like.”
Chapter 7
“All is Fair”
Natsu Yakamura was at his wits end. He has tried over a dozen times to recreate his experience in Miami with nothing even close to a favorable result. He couldn’t understand it. Why was this so hard to replicate?
“Mr. Yakamura, you have a call from Mr. Roland Pique.”
Natsu sprang to full attention and answered the phone with such enthusiasm, Roland could barely contain his laughter.
“Natsu, I’m surprised that I haven’t heard from you by now. How are things in Okinawa?”
“Very busy, Roland. Things are moving quickly here, as always. How can I help you?”
“Actually, Natsu, I was calling to see if I could possibly help you.”
Natsu smiled.
“Ahhh,... so now the other shoe drops.” Natsu’s voice sounded rueful. “I knew that magnificent spread that you laid out for me would not come without a price. What is it that you want, Roland. Be plain with me.”
“What I want is to make you a very happy man, Natsu, and to add an additional five hundred million dollars to your accounts, if you are willing to work with me.”
Natsu was silent for a moment. Roland didn’t know what to make of it until Natsu finally broke the silence.
“You have my attention, Roland. Continue.”
“Well, I think that it’s bad manners to discuss matters of this magnitude over the phone. It is also not very wise. I have sent my representative to Okinawa along with her entourage to give you a proper presentation for what I am proposing. She has full authority to negotiate whatever terms to be negotiated to seal the deal. So know that she has the full authority of my office. And I will honor whatever agreement is finalized between you.”
Natsu paused to consider what Roland was saying.
“She? Your representative is a woman?”
Roland could hear the inflections in Natsu’s voice. There was a noticeable changed now. Was that “HOPE” he heard in his voice?
“Yes, Natsu. Her name is Satin Silverstone. She’s a senior executive who’s been with me for over ten years. She is more than qualified to broker the deal. Please extend to her every courtesy that you would have extended to me.”
Natsu smiled. His mind began to fill with the memories of his time there in Miami at Passions Pique.
“Absolutely, Roland. I will treat her like a Queen.”
*****
Derrick wanted to confront Satin with what he knew about her and Roland, but he knew that if he did, that would be the end of their relationship. She’s not ready to face the truth. He knew her mind was focused on closing the deal and earning that one hundred million dollar commission.
“If the shoe was on the other foot, what would I be willing to do for that kind of money?”
It was a legitimate question. He was more hurt than angry, but he wasn’t naïve. He knew that Satin was about her business. And having capital of that magnitude would allow her to establish herself as a true force to be reckoned with on Wall Street. That has long been her dream. A dream that they had both shared together since the very beginning. Derrick decided that it was time for a heart to heart with Satin.
“Well, it’s lunch time. Might as well take her do this over a good meal.”
Derrick walked out of his office and crossed the room headed towards Satin’s office. Lila greeted him with a smile.
“Hey Lila, can you ask Satin if she’d like to accompany me for lunch please?”
Lila’s face reflected her disappointment
“I’m sorry Mr. Billings, Ms Silverstone has already gone for the day and won’t be back until sometime early next week. I’m surprised that she didn’t tell you herself. I know how close you two are.”
“Gone till next week? Gone where?”
“She’s been sent to close a deal with Yakamura Investment Securities. Her flight left to Okinawa, Japan ten minutes ago.
Derrick felt all of the blood drain from his face. This was it. This was the deal. This was the cataclysm that Gwen had warned him against. How could things have moved so quickly? And what does this mean for Satin? What will she have to do to close this so called deal in Okinawa?
“Damn it! This cannot be happening!”
Derrick needed direction. He needed answers. And there was only one person he knew that
could tell him what he needed to know.
“I need Gwen.”
*****
Satin’s plane landed in Okinawa and she was greeted on the air strip by a limousine and a driver holding a sign with her name written on it. She waved to him and he bowed to her. His English was very good. Satin waited by the car door as all five of the other ladies filed into the limo. Satin waited for the driver to get in and start driving before addressing the women.
“Ladies, we’ve reached the point of no return. I want to give you one final opportunity to change your mind before we go into Natsu’s home. Once inside, what I negotiate is final. If there is any of you who have had a change of heart let me know now and I will not include you in these negotiations. This is it. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
She smiled at the women knowing full well that none of them were going to change their minds. She was offering them the chance of a lifetime and they all knew it. Still, out of common courtesy, she played it out. And just as she thought, after all of the smiling faces looked at each other back and forth, the consensus was the same; A unanimous “NO.”
“Excellent. Welcome to Okinawa Ladies.”
All of the women cheered and giggled. A quick celebration for a victory that hasn’t even been won yet. Was this ignorance or arrogance? Satin wasn’t sure. And honestly didn’t care. As far as she was concerned this deal was already closed. And her money was already in her account.
As soon as they arrived inside, Satin instructed the ladies to wait for her in the foyer while she went to speak to Natsu. Satin was then ushered into Natsu’s executive board room. Natsu was their waiting with a team of lawyers and financial advisors on hand. He looked like he was ready to go into legal combat. Satin walked directly up to Natsu and gave him a deep bow as Roland had instructed her to do. And then she extended her hand for a western hand shake.
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