His Revenge Baby: 50 Loving States, Washington

by Theodora Taylor

  And that was how she ended up spending the rest of the day watching reruns of Cops with her flat mates. Feeling seriously creeped out, even as she fended off their eager questions and guesses about her “mysterious client.”

  This whole situation was hardcore. So much so that Lilli had serious trouble sleeping in the same room as her “new gift TV.”

  Which was why she was more than happy to leave the apartment when Miyuki showed up at her front door.

  “Ohayogozaimasu, Ana-san!!!” the young woman said with a bow. “Would you like to come shopping with me?”

  Chapter Seven

  As it turned out, “shopping” actually meant “get every beauty treatment ever known to human kind.”

  One Nakamura town car ride later, Miyuki escorted Lilli into a high-rise spa in the Shinsaibashi district. Her only instruction: “It is okay. You can go with her please now, okay?” as she waved Lilli toward a barefoot woman dressed in a crisp black uniform that looked like a cross between hospital scrubs and a martial arts gi.

  The spa was as lux as anything Lilli had ever seen. Marble everywhere, but with enough balsa wood to make it seem warm and inviting, and high-rise views of Osaka from each room.

  She spent the entire morning and afternoon admiring the view while demur, smiling women in black uniforms pampered the fuck out of her…right before they exfoliated, plucked, massaged, moisturized, soaked, and steamed her within an inch of her life. By the time they were done, the only hair left on Lilli’s body were her eyelashes, the two arched strips above her eyes, and the hair on her head.

  And talk about well-scrubbed! In spite of the dirty nature of Lilli’s new job, she had never felt so clean in her life. At one point, she’d even felt them digging around inside her ears. She doubted there was so much as a speck of wax or dirt left on her entire body. She felt like a plucked chicken.

  In fact, as they guided her toward “the last thing, okay?” Lilli was half afraid they had a plan to serve her up for Thanksgiving dinner. It was November after all.

  Luckily the Japanese didn’t celebrate that particularly American holiday. And the “last thing” turned out to be a small crew of more smiling women in black uniforms circling an empty hair-and-make-up chair.

  Hours after entering the spa, Lilli Tucker was completely shellacked over and Ana Granger, a woman who looked like she could definitely be an Osaka Charm girl, emerged. She walked to where Miyuki was waiting for her in the lobby, her toes and fingernails freshly painted, her face covered in make-up that somehow gave the impression she wasn’t wearing any at all and looked this naturally lovely all the time.

  The only thing that the black uniform crew had left untouched was her hair, which had curled back up sometime during the day. Probably in the steam room.

  But other than that…

  “You look very good. Much better!” Miyuki proclaimed upon spotting Lilli. “I bought many things for you today. Many things.”

  “So to be clear, when you asked me to go shopping with you, what you meant was you would pick out all my clothes for me?”

  “Excuse me,” Miyuki answered with several bows and a slightly confused and apologetic expression on her face. “I wanted to make this easy for you, and I know what Mr. Nakamura likes most for his girls. Please do not be angry.”

  “I’m not angry,” Lilli assured the distressed young woman. “More like overwhelmed. I’m not used to this. Having a spa day. Having someone shop for me. It’s all very new. Nice…but new.”

  “Hmm,” Miyuki answered with a sympathetic smile. “Maybe it will be easier for you tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow,” Lilli repeated. “What’s happening tomorrow?”

  Chapter Eight

  Just when Lilli didn’t think her relationship with Miyuki could get any more intimate, Norio Nakamura’s assistant showed up the next morning to escort her to yet another high-end store in the Shinsaibashi district. This time it was a lingerie shop. One so discreet, she didn’t actually realize the type of store she was in until two women in matching suits with fine lace corsets peeking out from beneath their tailored jackets, escorted them into what looked like a small Parisian apartment.

  The room was adorned with gorgeous tufted chairs and sofas, several floor-to-ceiling baroque-style mirrors with antiqued gold trim, and enough crown molding to make Lilli wonder if they hadn’t somehow teleported from Osaka, a fashionable city known for its food, to an even more fashionable city known for its food. In fact, the only things that set this room apart from a high-end European flat were the stick-thin mannequins in beautifully designed lingerie lining one wall like a scantily clad army.

  “This is your personal shopping suite,” the older of the two saleswomen informed Lilli. Then she waved a hand toward a garment rack filled with black, red, pink, and white lace numbers. “We have pulled several pieces for you.”

  “If it is okay, you maybe can put on and let us see,” Miyuki added. But as with all of Miyuki’s super polite requests, Lilli didn’t really think she had any choice in the matter.

  Wow, really? More naked time in front of people she didn’t know? But she supposed it beat getting basted and plucked like a turkey.

  Okay, whatever, she could do this, she told herself as one of the sales women took five of the finely detailed pieces off the garment rack and set her up in a small room off the main suite. This room seemed to be purely for the purpose of getting dressed and undressed, because unlike the rest of the swanky suite, it only had a single wooden bench and three plain walls, one of which was covered with a simple mirror. No crown molding or brocade here.

  “Do you need help?” the sales lady asked, already stepping forward.

  “No, I’m fine,” Lilli answered, hastily crossing both her arms in the Japanese sign for no. As much as she loved having multiple strangers view her in the nude, she figured she should take advantage of this opportunity to dress and undress herself for old time’s sake.

  The two women bowed and went away in a flurry of Japanese and clicking heels. Leaving Lilli to choose the first piece of lingerie she would try on. She picked something that looked a lot like a fancy black onesie. Not because she was particularly drawn to it—though she had to admit it was one of the most beautiful pieces of lingerie she’d ever set eyes on—but because it was the most discreet of the offerings. It consisted of a sort of bikini overlaid with a flower motif bodysuit made of delicate lace. So tasteful, it not only covered up all her naughty bits, but made her feel like she was wearing an exceedingly pretty swimsuit instead of something naughty designed to be taken off by a lover.

  A knock sounded on the door just as she was tying the string halter around the back of her neck.

  “I’m okay in here,” she answered. “I just need another minute...”

  …to get up the nerve to show off my body yet again to a bunch of strangers, she thought to herself.

  But the door clicked open anyway.

  “Seriously, just give me another minute, please…”

  Her words tapered off when she looked over her shoulder and saw who was at the door. It wasn’t a sales assistant. Or Miyuki.

  It was Mr. Nakamura, his cold hawk eyes studying her as if he’d finally found his prey.

  Chapter Nine

  No understood why Ana was surprised to see him. She’d had no advanced warning of his arrival. And aside from a single knock at the dressing room door, he hadn’t bothered to announce himself before he let himself in. But what she didn’t know…couldn’t know…was how equally surprised he was by his actions. In fact, it was safe to say No had been surprising the hell out of himself since he’d received Miyuki’s report that everything had come back clean on Ana Granger.

  Just as the file Osaka Charm sent over stated, Ana had attended a small state college in Ohio, earning a degree in Communications before coming to Japan to teach English with the JET program. She’d finished her year with the program two months ago, but not without incurring massive credit card debt to go along wit
h her student loans. She’d been introduced to the agency by another English teacher—one whose face he recognized as he read over Miyuki’s report. The same cheerful blond who’d been invited in to see him first during the original round of interviews.

  Riyu had even included a clip of surveillance footage to go along with the report. No clicked open the file and watched the CCTV feed as the first blond candidate checked in with Miyuki in the outer lobby and made a beeline to sit beside Ana, where they’d talked until Riyu called the blond in for her interview.

  Hai, Ana Granger was exactly as stated. A girl in need of money, willing to use her body to get it. But she was obviously very new to this kind of job, which explained her air of innocence and hesitation.

  And it was the innocence and hesitation that made her even more intoxicating. No had tried but failed to stop thinking about her since she’d left him fully erect in his office a little under forty-eight hours ago.

  He had work to do. A business trip to Singapore to prepare for. He hadn’t even planned on contacting her until he returned.

  But less than an hour after reading the report, No was on the phone with Miyuki. Asking where they were. Telling her to send the location’s address to his driver. As it turned out, the high-end lingerie boutique wasn’t far from Nakamura Worldwide’s R&D offices, where RoTeku was housed.

  Less than fifteen minutes after hanging up with Miyuki, No was standing in the doorway of Ana’s dressing room, his heart and the flesh between his legs pulsing as he took in her bountiful breasts and hourglass hips, tastefully concealed in a black lace bodysuit.

  But still it was too much. “Please take that off,” he heard himself say.

  “The lingerie?” she asked.

  He nodded. “I will wait for you in the suite.”

  No placed himself in one of the tufted cream chairs that Miyuki and the two sales women had recently abandoned. He’d summarily dismissed them upon arrival, wanting to have Ana all to himself. And truth be told, it felt much safer to sit out here than remain in the dressing room doorway while Ana undressed.

  But in spite of all his efforts, No still found himself fighting for control when Ana walked into the suite completely nude, allowing him to see the results of yesterday’s spa makeover. She was just as lovely as he remembered and even more to his taste.

  “Your hair…” he began.

  “I know, I know,” she interrupted. “I still need to straighten it.” Her tone was apologetic and he realized she’d mistaken his silence for disapproval. “Then I think I’ll be done.”

  She hoped she’d be done, if the slight grumbling note in her voice was any indication.

  No gazed at her for a long, silent moment. He was desperately trying to understand why he was here with her. He had much to do. There were piles of notes to go through before the IEEE Robotics and Automation Conference in Singapore where he planned to present his division’s rather anemic automated safety control plans for the coming years. And his father would never forgive him if he showed up underprepared.

  But No remained seated, his manhood heavy inside his pants as he nodded toward the garment rack. “I would like to see you try on the other items.”

  Then he gripped his hands tightly on the front end of the chair’s padded arm rests to keep from touching himself as he watched her. Stepping in and stepping out of the fragile, barely there garments.

  Each piece was a work of erotic art, designed to arouse, titillate, and enhance. And the pretty pieces did their job. It became harder and harder with each new item she tried on—his cock and holding on to his resolve. Especially when he realized he wasn’t the only one having a hard time.

  By the third piece of lingerie, Ana’s breasts had fully budded. By the fifth, she was noticeably glistening between her legs.

  She finally stopped before trying on the sixth piece—a clamshell bra and pantie set with an art deco lace overlay.

  “I would like for you to keep going, please,” he said with the slightest of head bows.

  “Um, well, I think this stuff is pretty expensive,” she answered, her eyes lowered. “And I’m getting really— I’m afraid I’m going to make a mess of anything I try on now. And that will mean you’ll have to pay for stuff you might not want.”

  Before her confession, he’d been keeping a loose mental list of the lingerie, ranking them by what he wanted to rip off of her (keep) and what he wanted her to remove (discard).

  But now…

  “Keep going, please,” he choked out. “Do not worry about cost.”

  He mentally cursed at how out of control he felt, but he did not pull his gaze from her as she tried on another bra and panty set as instructed. Perhaps unconsciously, she rubbed her hands over her heavy breasts before placing them inside each of the art deco-style bra cups, and she seemed to spend more time adjusting the matching lace panties than was probably necessary.

  No was entranced and watched her with heavily lidded eyes. “I would like for you to keep going.”

  “Keep going,” she repeated, obviously not understanding.

  “This assignment is making you uncomfortable,” he said. “I can see you are distracted from trying on clothes. Undistract yourself, please.”

  More confusion, then…

  “Oh, you want me to…?” She looked away, seemingly unable to say the actual words. “Right here?”

  “Hai,” he answered. Fisting his hands more tightly around the arm rest because he knew if she complied with his request, it would take more than simple willpower to keep from touching himself.

  More hesitation on her part. He watched Ana look all around the room, as if trying to figure out what to do. She seemed visibly uncomfortable and he was fairly certain her discomfort was real. But in the end, she must have realized she had no choice in the matter.

  She was his to do with as he pleased, and per the contract, she was required to grant his every request.

  “Well…I guess you’re definitely buying this one,” she mumbled as her hand slipped beneath the black lace waistband.

  Chapter Ten

  Lilli had never been so turned on. Not ever. Until suddenly she wasn’t.

  He wanted her to keep going. To masturbate right there. In front of him. Jesus…!

  This was definitely a bridge too far for Lilliana Tucker, the girl who considered herself the opposite of raunchy, and who thought doing it with the lights on was adventurous.

  And right now, not only were the lights were on, but Mr. Nakamura was sitting there waiting for her to put on a show, his eyes intent in a way that belied his casual posture. Lilli couldn’t look at him. Instead she dropped her gaze to the side as she slipped a tentative hand between her legs.

  She inhaled deeply, her thoughts stuttering a little at what she found. She was incredibly warm and wet inside the panties. Slick in a way she barely recognized.

  Lilli never would have guessed it before this moment, but apparently she liked being watched. She liked it so much, it felt like a knife of electricity shot through her womb as soon as she touched herself.

  With him watching.

  Oh God… She started rubbing. At first in slow, tentative circles, deeply aware of his gaze just a short distance away.

  But then she picked up speed and her movements became less tentative and more focused. Suddenly it was no longer enough to look away from. Just the memory of his gaze, so intent, while the rest of him remained cold and rigid…it did something to her.

  Made her rub faster and harder, rendering her pussy an even sloppier mess.

  She didn’t realize how excited she was until he said, “It is important to remain quiet, Ana-san, or else everyone will hear.”

  Fuck, how embarrassing!

  Or at least it should have been.

  But apparently, Lilli didn’t really care, because she found herself going harder at her own pussy. Biting her lip as she bent over the arm of a nearby chair so she could push her fingers in deeper, and rub even harder with the ball of her han
d, until…

  A whispered, “Oh fuck…” exploded from her mouth, her lips no longer able to hold back the quiet storm.

  Lilli came like a maniac under his watchful gaze. Shuddering into her own hand as she completely soaked the panties with her release.

  She had no idea how long the orgasm lasted, but it must have been a while because when she was finally able to straighten, to stand back up on weak and trembling legs, she saw he was out of his seat and standing over her.

  Close, but not so close that they were actually touching.

  “Thank you,” he said, his deep voice quiet and low. “I have enjoyed spending my lunch hour with you in this way. But I must return to work now.”

  “Okay,” she said breathlessly, rushing to put her polite mask back on just as quickly as he’d replaced his.

  “I have just now texted Miyuki to buy you whatever items you choose. But as for the ones you’re wearing…”

  He held both hands out in front of him, palms turned upwards, which she recognized as the Japanese way of receiving a business card or a gift. But she didn’t have any business cards, and why would he think she’d be giving him a gift—?

  Oh.

  Oh.

  The answered dawned on her as clear and bright as the sun now high in the sky. Oh. My. God. she thought to herself, even as she slid her thumbs into the sides of the black lace waistband.

  Just when she thought the erotic tension between them couldn’t get any more strange or awkward, she found herself stepping out of the panties she’d just masturbated in…

  And placing them into his outstretched palms.

  “Thank you,” he said again, as he pocketed the soaked panties with the gravitas of a prince receiving precious jewels.

  “Um, no problem,” she replied, taking a sudden interest in his sleek black wingtips, just a few inches from her own bare feet. “So what now? Do we kiss goodbye?”