by York, Mattie
She marveled how taut the bed spread was pulled; she had barely made a dent in the yellow flowered bed spread. As she crawled up onto her knees, surveying the room from the middle of the bed, she admired the bright pictures of sandy beaches and sunlit ocean waves that were hung on the wall. She then slid off the bed and wandered over to the window, pushing the curtains open to gaze out.
A loud cough made Chieko jump. She closed the curtains and turned back around. Mr. Roberts had made it into the middle of the room and was looking at her with interest. “Well now,” he cleared his throat, “Welcome to my room. Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you,” Chieko smiled and sat down on the corner of the couch.
“Drink?” he asked gruffly. Chieko shook her head as Mr. Roberts shuffled over to the mini bar, selected a tiny bottle of scotch, unwrapped a sanitized glass with his pudgy fingers and poured. He lifted the glass to his lips and drank the contents in one gulp. Chieko was fascinated as she watched his face turn from the already pink blush to bright red, then to purple until he finally exploded into a loud spasm of coughing and sputtering. Like a bowl full of jelly, Chieko thought of a rhyme she had had to memorize at school as she watched his stomach shake.
“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” Mr. Roberts opened another tiny bottle.
“Nei, no, thank you.” Chieko felt like she should say more. “I am Ch…Abby”
“Abby? Lovely name,” Mr. Roberts gulped down the second drink and then shuffled over to shake her hand. Chieko was surprised at how soft and gentle his hand was. Her small fingers felt so safe and warm enveloped in his big warm grasp. “My name is Carl. Carl Roberts. But please, just call me Carl.”
“Hai. Hello Carl. Nice to meet you,” Chieko flashed him her ‘sweet but seductive’ smile.
“Yes. Nice to meet you,” Carl smiled back; his red face and watery eyes, making him look more like a laughing Buddha than a serious business executive. “You are very beautiful. You look like a perfect China doll.” Chieko lowered her face pretending to be embarrassed. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I embarrass you? Oh dear. No, please don’t be embarrassed.” Carl stuffed his hands back into his pockets and swayed uncomfortably from side to side. “Oh dear, that’s it, I almost forgot. You must think I am incredibly rude.” Carl rushed to the door and fetched his briefcase. He snapped it open, pulled out a sealed white envelope. “Here you are, Angela’s business.”
Chieko looked at him with surprise. That was easy! She folded the envelope and put it in her purse as Carl slowly lowered himself down to sit beside her on the couch. Chieko grabbed a few pillows and moved them around to balance her position. She didn’t want to embarrass Carl any further, by sliding down the dramatic new slope in the sofa on top of him. When Carl seemed comfortable, Chieko turned to him, “What do you like me to do now?”
“Oh, I’m not sure. I mean, well, um, that is an interesting question.”
Chieko sighed inwardly. She had never seen a grown man act so shy and timid. But he’s done this before. Angela had said he had hired other girls. Chieko looked down at her watch. It was only 2:25. She had still over half an hour left. She could do this, she told herself. With a glance over at Carl, who was still staring straight ahead, Chieko gritted her teeth and then reached up and straightened her hair so that it hung down her back. Then she stood up, moved so she was directly in front of Carl and began to undress.
Carl’s face began to redden again as Chieko’s dress dropped to the floor. Chieko hesitated. She wasn’t sure if her forward approach was going to work. Carl’s eyes seemed to be widening more in fear than in desire. Determined, she turned around. “Please, you help me?” she pointed to the back of her bra.
“Um, yes, alright, yes.” Chieko stepped closer to him until she could feel his knees on the back of her legs. The smell of scotch filled the air as Carl began to breathe heavily, clumsily fiddling with the hooks on her bra. Worried that he might actually rip her bra, Chieko reached around, and guided his hands until the hooks finally unsnapped. “Oh, oh, how very nice,” Carl mumbled as Chieko pulled his hands around her ribcage to cup her soft breasts. She could feel his hot breath on her back, as she guided his hands down her slim body, slipping her fingers into the elastic of her panties and helping him pull them down her legs.
Chieko turned around to stand naked in front of Carl and then giggled. “Now, your turn,” she climbed up on his lap and began to untie his tie.
Carl’s hands flew up to his collar to stop her. “Oh no, heavens no.”
Chieko gave him a puzzled look but then smiled and shrugged. She slid her hands over his large belly and lifted up his shirt trying to find the waist to his pants. Carl’s face darkened from the colour of ripened tomatoes to an over-ripe eggplant. As Chieko worked quite hard to undo his belt, Carl stared at the ceiling as if he was praying. Lucky for him, the gods were listening. For all her efforts, Chieko just wasn’t able to get the belt undone. She sighed and brushed her hair back from her face. “Maybe easier, if you stand up.”
“Yes, alright,” Carl stood up slowly, unbuckled his pants and wiggled around until they finally dropped to the floor.
“Ohma!” Chieko gasped. He was so fat. And white. She had never seen such a fat, white man up close. His skin was dotted with small brown freckles and covered in a layer of soft peach coloured curly hairs, almost like a cat’s fur. “You are so, so big!”
Carl gave her a meek smile. Chieko murmured a few ahhs and ohs as she lowered herself in front of him. She was surprised he was still soft. She wasn’t worried though. A few of her key signature moves and Mr. Roberts would be hard as nails. Chieko confidently slid him into her mouth. First, she licked. Then, she sucked. She squeezed and she twisted. She moaned loudly, and swayed her head back and forth. But it didn’t to be working. Puzzled, Chieko slowed down, gently teasing, coaxing, but still nothing. She tried to work it with her hands, rubbing, massaging, twisting, pumping; working harder, faster. But still nothing. What was she doing wrong?
As she paused to catch her breath, she looked up at Carl hoping that he was at least somewhat enjoying all her efforts. But Carl was standing completely still, staring straight ahead. His face was dark purple.
Chieko was speechless. She couldn’t understand it. Carl was still utterly, unbelievably limp and she had no idea what else to do. Maybe it just takes time, she thought. After all, he is old. She switched hands and continued. After what seemed like hours, Carl finally reached down and stopped her. He stepped back, bent down and pulled up his pants. As he tucked in his shirt and did up his belt, Chieko stood up and silently got dressed. She was just zipping up the back of her dress when her cell phone rang. “Moshi moshi. Hello?”
“Hello, this is Ahmed, your driver. You have 5 minutes left. I am downstairs waiting.”
“Hai. OK. Thank you.” Chieko hung up the phone. Mr. Roberts was standing quietly by the window with his hands in his pockets, looking out the window. Chieko noticed his face had returned to a more normal flushed pink. “It was very nice to meet you, Carl.”
“Yes. Yes. Of course. Very nice to meet you,” Carl glanced down at her, and then returned his attention to the window.
“OK. Yes.” Chieko ran her fingers through her hair as she turned towards the door. “Good bye,” she said softly and bowed.
“Yes. Goodbye, Thank you,” Carl`s voice faded as the hotel door closed softy behind her.
8
“Ok. Here you are Miss,” Ahmed turned the car onto the quiet suburban street. “Miss? Missy? Hello?” The brakes screeched in front of a large Tudor style house jolting Chieko awake. “Ha! Sleeping eh? Not used to early morning appointments?” Ahmed laughed. “Me either. But this guy always has to have one, every Sunday morning.”
Chieko rubbed the sleep from her eyes and grabbed her purse. “Domo, thank you,” she mumbled as she opened the door.
“Now remember girl,” Ahmed swung around so he could face Chieko as she got out of the car, “this is only an hour appointment. One h
our, sharp. We have to be out of here before the wife comes back from church. OK? So, be quick, but,” he winked, “be good!”
“Yes, OK, fine.” Chieko closed the door.
“Damn, I know you will be good.” Ahmed licked his lips as he watched Chieko walk through the iron gates and up to the front door. “Sunday morning service for one. Damn, I want to be part of that religion.” He sat and waited, watching until he saw Chieko’s tiny frame disappear through the front door and then with a squeal of the tires, he sped off.
Chieko was led into a grand entrance hall. A massive wrought iron chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals creating a kaleidoscope of rainbows reflecting the early morning sunlight on the highly waxed white marble floor. French doors were wide open at the far end of the hall leading out to a manicured lawn sparkling like a field of emeralds under the fresh dew. Chieko wanted to stop and take in every detail, but the elderly gentleman, who had opened the door for her, whom Chieko guessed to be the butler, led her quickly through the foyer to a large open kitchen. An elderly Filipino woman glanced up and sneered as Chieko hurried past, following the butler to a small white door at the end of a narrow hallway. She waited as he took out an elaborate ring of keys from his white suit jacket, unlocked the door and pushed the door wide open. “Please madam,” he passed Chieko a white silk robe which had been folded neatly on the edge of the bed, “would you kindly disrobe and put this on. The master will be joining you shortly.”
“Thank you,” Chieko accepted the robe with a small bow.
“Can I bring you tea or coffee?” he paused at the door.
“Oh, nei, no, thank you. I am fine,”
“I’m sorry madam,” the butler cleared his throat. “but I must insist. The master greatly encourages the use of hot drinks. I was merely asking, which one did you prefer: tea or coffee?”
“Oh, sumisen, tea please.”
“Very good,” His heels clicked together as he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Chieko listened as the butler’s footsteps faded down the hallway, then slumped down on the corner of the bed and let out a loud yawn. She looked around the small room. Why was it all so white? It looked more like a doctor’s clinic then a bedroom. There were no books, no pictures on the wall. The walls, the bedspread, the sofa, the rug, even the frame around the mirror, were all white. A vase of fresh daisies on the white table was the only hint of colour in the room.
Chieko looked down at the white robe in her hand. “It will be easy money. Don’t worry. This one,” Angela had told her the day before, “he is quite the character, charming, interesting and filthy rich. He likes to try out all the new Angels. He called me as soon as he saw your pictures. I don’t remember him being so excited over a girl before. What did he say? Oh yes, he said he was very interested in your exotic look.”
Maybe, he is a doctor or a surgeon, Chieko sighed and began to take off her clothes, folding them neatly on the chair. She shivered as she put on the white robe; the coolness of the fine silk against her warm, sleepy skin gave her goose bumps. As she tied the sash around her waist, the door opened.
“The master will be here momentarily,” the butler placed a silver tea service on the white coffee table.
When the door closed again, Chieko tiptoed over to the tea service. It seemed like everything else in the house, very elegant and very expensive. Sitting on a shiny old-fashioned Victorian silver tray with gilded handles was a tall silver tea pot, a silver sugar pot and a small silver pitcher of milk. There was also two white porcelain tea cups with tiny silver spoons resting delicately on the saucers. “Yes sir,” Chieko picked up a tea cup and bowed, “a cup of tea please.” She giggled and stuck her pinky straight up in the air.
“Hello,” a deep voice said from behind.
‘Ohma!” Chieko jumped in surprise, grabbing the tea cup with both hands to prevent it from crashing to the floor.
“Oh dear,” a tall elderly gentleman said in a British accent. “Quite sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Hai. Hello,” Chieko murmured, carefully returning the cup back to the safety of the silver tray.
“Oh, I have startled you, haven’t I?” he pressed a button on the wall so the bookshelf slid back into place covering the hole he had just stepped out of. “I’m sorry, it’s just I rather prefer my tunnels. They are a bit James Bond-ish aren’t they?” He laughed as Chieko stared at him wide eyed. “But, they are so much quicker to get around this horrible old house then those long awkward hallways. Easier to get away from my darling wife too. But enough jibber jabber about me. Let me see what Angela has sent me today.”
He rubbed his hands together as he walked closer to Chieko who instinctively bowed her head. “I like that,” he nodded his head, “very authentic.” He reached out a finger to lift up her face. “Yes,” he nodded approvingly. Taking her by the shoulders, he twirled her around slowly. “Yes, you will do brilliantly.” He reached down, adjusted himself, then unzipped his pants and let them drop. “I am already getting excited,” he eagerly kicked his pants out of his way. “You are exquisite!” Chieko watched in astonishment as he stripped off his boxers and reached down to stroke himself. “Look at this! You are already doing the trick. Amazing. OK,” he clapped his hands and walked over to the sofa. “Come and sit down.”
Chieko walked over to the sofa and sat down on the armrest. “Now dear,” he poured two cups of tea and added milk and sugar, “don’t be shy.”
“So sorry,” Chieko slid down to sit beside him on the couch.
The master raised an eyebrow and frowned at Chieko. “Come on, now. No time for games.” He nodded at Chieko’s robe, “Off.”
Chieko slowly stood up, untied the sash and let the robe fall off her shoulders. “Good girl. Now, come sit over here, in front of me,”
Chieko looked around in confusion; there was no other chair in the room to sit on.
“Yes,” the master nodded, pointing to the floor in front of him, “right here.” He leaned back, spread his legs and pushed himself closer to the edge as Chieko gingerly got down on her knees.
“Wait,” the master stopped her with his hands, “although I do like your eagerness.” He passed Chieko a cup of tea. “Sip it slowly, it is still quite hot. Yes, good,” he groaned as he leaned back, and watching her. After Chieko took a few sips, he took the teacup from her and pushed her head down. The master moaned and shuddered as Chieko’s mouth, heated from the hot tea, enveloped him.
“Dear,” the master slowly sat up, “another sip of tea? And this time dear, kindly keep the tea in your mouth and swish it around. Can you hold it in the back of your throat?” Chieko nodded. “OK, good. Don’t swallow it until I’m all the way in.” He watched Chieko take a large sip and then quickly took the tea cup back again. “And here we go again,” he leaned back.
Chieko tried not to swallow the hot liquid but to swirl it around inside her mouth. It was hard work. She tried to pretend she was enjoying it as much as the master was, but she felt like she was going to choke. As she continued, she tried to distract her mind by thinking about the proper cup of green tea she would make for herself when she got home and the long hot bath with her new lavender bath oil that she could soak in for hours. The master’s breathing quickened and Chieko felt his hands on the back of her head, pushing and pulling her by her hair. She tried not to stop, holding her breath, until she felt his body stiffen and with a loud grunt, shudder and relax.
Chieko grabbed the tea cup, pretending she was finishing the tea while she spit out the residue. She needn’t have bothered. The master didn’t notice. His eyes were closed. Chieko carefully slid out from between his legs. Her knees were stiff and red from kneeling on the carpet. She moved slowly back across the room, allowing the blood to start circulating again in her numb feet. Just as she had buttoned the last button on her blouse, the door opened a crack. The butler nodded at Chieko and motioned for her to follow him. He led her back down the narrow hall, through the ki
tchen and out to the main foyer in silence.
“He always falls asleep after morning tea.” He handed her an envelope. “I believe your car is waiting. You were very quick. The master will have liked that.”
“Hai, thank you,” The butler opened the door just far enough to let Chieko slip out, closing it quickly behind her.
9
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe that new girl. The Asian one. Chieko is her real name. But what did I call her? Oh yes, Abby. I think it suits her. Man, but she is a god damned trip! She calls me before every appointment. I don’t know why. At first I thought she was nervous. But she’s so good. I have so many bookings for her. It’s like she needs a boost or something?
Mr. Roberts must have lost it when that geisha doll showed up at his room. He sure wasn’t expecting something as gorgeous as her. I don’t know why he asked for her? Dora said he sounded so excited when he called to book her. She hasn’t heard back from him yet. Chieko said it went fine. OK. He paid the money. That’s it? I don’t know. We’ll have to wait till he calls again. Bloody man.
Why he pays for our services I have no idea. Men are funny. I wonder if he got it up? All the other girls say that Mr. Robert’s can’t get it up. But bless his heart, he is not without persistence. I guess that’s a good thing. Well, it is for me! Ha! But I am persistent too. Damnit! I am determined that one of my girls will cure him. Maybe it will be Chieko. Wonder what his problem is? His wife is gorgeous. Ha!
These men. They think we don’t know their secrets. Maybe they shouldn’t have family websites and put a link on the bottom of their emails. The shit I have on these men. I could ruin quite a few marriages. And not just those quiet unknown men. Nope. I could tell stories. Get some serious businessmen and politicians in trouble. Politicians are always fun. Think they are so goddamned better than everyone else and they are always the ones with the secrets to hide.
