Her Tokyo Valentine Conquest: An Erotic Short Story
by
Samantha Egret
Published by Chances Press, LLC
Copyright 2015 by Samantha Egret
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Fuck Valentine’s Day.
That’s the thought that kept going through Akie’s mind the minute the red and pink hearts vomited all over Walgreens. All she wanted was some fucking cold medicine to head off this quasi-bird flu shit she had to deal with, and it hit her right between her eyes. Right where the throbbing was. Cupid…The heart doilies…The smell of cheap, shitty chocolate candy. It just made it all worse.
She supposed she should feel excited about it this year. After all, she’d just started dating a pretty cool guy, though she wasn’t really sure if he was an end so much as a means. A means of forgetting. And of maybe inflicting just a little bit of jealousy.
Danny hadn’t wasted any time making his move the first night she’d asked him out for drinks. She had just grabbed up his highest profile account at Unchained Records, where they both worked in marketing under Ned Amara—an account for a band called Androgynous Punk. Danny was pretty pissed, she could tell, but she knew that she either had to start making her place in the Unchained hierarchy known, or she’d be at Ned’s mercy. And she didn’t want to be at Ned’s mercy—she knew he’d salvage her job out of some douchy sense of obligation, even if the budget was in the tank. No, she didn’t want to keep her job because Ned felt like he owed it to her. She wanted to keep it because she was the best, even despite him. And if Danny had to lose, so be it.
This was business, not personal.
But then when Ned passed her that look over Danny’s shoulder—that look that said, Now prove it, his brown eyes piercing at her through those thick-rimmed glasses he liked to wear—she knew she wanted to prove it and then some. She wanted to throw that shit right in his asshole face, so that it settled from the top of his black pomaded head to the point of his manicured goatee. So she asked Danny out for drinks, under the pretense of transitioning the account. He’d dug right in, too. His finger went up her cunt within minutes of their sloppy kissing. Probably for the better. Break the ice.
But then she’d resolved to let it plateau there for a while. She knew the result of going all-in from the start, and she wouldn’t set herself at that sort of disadvantage ever again.
Her mind returned to Walgreens and the cold medicine. She made her selection and cut through another aisle, avoiding the barrage of manufactured love on her way out.
*
She snuggled up in her cotton jammies and fuzzy slippers, long black hair in a looped ponytail, popping a few of the cold pills along with some matcha, the green powder of its finely-milled leaves settling at the bottom of her teacup in the same manner that she planned to settle in the bath later this evening. Grabbing the remote, for now she settled on one of her favorite entertainment news shows. A number flashed on the screen, indicating an incoming telephone call. Crap. It was Danny.
“Hey,” she answered, settling the phone into her shoulder.
“How you feelin’?” he asked.
“I could do without the throbbing, but I just took something that’ll hopefully cancel that out. Did anything interesting happen at work today?”
“Naw, but even if it did I wouldn’t tell you. You gotta focus on getting better.”
Akie smiled. “Maybe if you’d leave me alone with my matcha I could.”
She heard his easy laughter. “Touché. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You won’t have to. I’ll be there tomorrow. This cold gets one day and then I’m evicting its ass.”
He laughed again. “Well, if anyone can beat a virus into submission, it’s you. See you tomorrow.”
“’Bye, Danny.” She hit the “FLASH” button. A commercial popped on for Valentine’s chocolate. Ugh! “Fuck me,” she said out loud. But instead she sipped her matcha.
*
In Tokyo it had been different. The holiday was mostly for women to give chocolate to the men in their lives. Akie had spent five years in Japan working in Unchained’s Tokyo office. It had been a nice opportunity to see, first hand, the land from which her grandparents had emigrated. And yet, even with her background as a Japanese American, there were aspects of the culture that were so different from her home in Los Angeles.
A year ago today, her fourth in Japan, Akie had been out buying giri-choco, her obligations to the men in the office. She’d never quite gotten over how different it was from home: so very formal and rigid. Her first year in Tokyo, it had been awkward when she’d ended up being the only woman in the office that didn’t have anything to offer. So she’d subsequently made the habit of getting that purchase out the way as soon as the market shelves were filled with cheap chocolate. But last year she’d dropped the ball and had to make a last-minute run.
She’d just met Ned a few days before. He had been visiting from the Los Angeles office, trying to get some fuel behind a few of the international accounts. She’d found him attractive, despite the fact that she almost dwarfed him in her heels, which weren’t even two inches but still brought her height to a stately 5-foot-9-inches. Akie had been sure to remember him when buying the giri-choco. When she went around the next day, delivering them to her male colleagues, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh!” he exclaimed as he accepted the little package. “You shouldn’t have. I—really don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day and anyway, I…uh…”
Akie laughed. “Actually, I kinda had to. It’s a thing here. All the women do it, and all the men get one whether they want it or not. You see, then, the men have to get us back in a month.”
A glimmer of understanding registered on Ned’s face. “Oh—well, thank you. I—won’t be able to get you back. I won’t be here.”
“No worries.” She turned to make the rest of her deliveries.
“But—how would you feel about dinner?”
She turned back to look at him. “Oh, you really don’t have to.”
She could see his eyes scan her curvy, suited figure. “Maybe I want to.”
She smiled. “Well, in that case, I accept.”
“You like a good steak?”
“Yeah, actually—I haven’t had one in ages!”
“Perfect—there’s a pre
tty nice-looking restaurant on top of my hotel. We can head over there together after work.”
“Sounds good.” Akie turned back around. Wow. She’d never been to a nice restaurant in Tokyo. And if it was the place she was thinking of, it was one of the best. She looked down at her outfit, grateful she’d worn something sleek and professional. She wondered if he planned to treat all the women to dinner there. It would get pretty expensive.
It turned out the company had hired a car to chauffer Ned between the hotel and the office. Akie simply joined him that evening when he climbed in.
He made small talk during the drive, twirling the giri-choco between his fingers. “So I understand you’re from my neck of the woods?”
Akie nodded. “Yep, I grew up off Sawtelle on the Westside of L.A.. My whole family’s there.”
“How long have you been in Tokyo?”
“A little over four years now. I like it. It’s a culture shock, but still it’s kinda nice to get back to my roots, so to speak. I’d never been to Japan before this. We just never had enough money saved to make the trip.” She glanced out the window. Sure enough, they were headed toward the Park Hyatt. Turning back to Ned, she said, “I don’t remember seeing you before this.”
“Suzette always made the trip.” Ned was referring to the Los Angeles Director of International Accounts, who had just quit two months before.
“Oh, yeah—I met her. She was…very driven.”
He smiled. “She was one of the best. But, unfortunately—things didn’t work out with her staff. You could say it was a…fit issue.”
Akie winked. She’d heard rumors about how Suzette would hook up with her young male employees, disposing of them when they’d run their course. She gave a knowing glance to Ned. “Ah—gotcha. Is he still working for Unchained?” she asked, referring to this latest of Suzette’s conquests.
“Of course! I recently promoted him. He’s one of the best, too.”
Akie knew that it was just a hazard of any business: being a woman that is trumped by a man. She thought about that Suzette chick. She was scary. And a man had even gotten the best of her.
It was the reason Akie hadn’t gotten involved with anyone at the Tokyo office, the reason there would be no romantic honmei-choco this or any year. She’d not been prepared to play all-stakes like that. It was just too messy. The good thing about Ned was that he was only here for the week: no possible way that it could get complicated.
The restaurant was on the 52nd floor and had an amazing view. Ned had somehow scored a window seat, and Akie sat there, entranced, as he poured her glass after glass of wine and she absentmindedly drank. She could barely remember what she ate. She had always been a light drinker and could feel herself getting flushed.
Ned raised an eyebrow at her. “You know, you look pretty stunning with your pink lips and flushed cheeks. I’ll bet you get taken out to dinner like this all the time.”
“No way,” said Akie. “I think I’m too American for the men here.”
“Your height?”
“No, not that, although it’s just a physical manifestation of what makes me different from the ideal. You know, I’m here to win. I’m here to be a success at my job, not to support the men. I want power as much as they do. And my height isn’t the only reason I don’t look up at them. I’m big and boisterous and cunning—and it intimidates the shit out of them. Of course, they wouldn’t admit it, not for a second. But the end result is that I don’t have much of a dating life, either.”
“Their loss,” countered Ned, grinning, “My gain.”
The night moved in fast-forward after that, and before she knew it he was asking her if she wanted to see the view from his room. She guessed, in her drunken state, that it couldn’t hurt.
He ushered her into his darkened suite. She reached for the switch, but he said, “No, let’s keep it off. You can see the view better that way.”
Akie looked back and nodded. Still flushed, she fanned herself with her hand. “Hot in here.”
Ned reached around her shoulders. “Here, let me take your coat.” She shrugged it off, along with her suit jacket. The bustier she wore underneath showed more of her voluptuous bust than she normally would feel comfortable with at the office, but since they were no longer at the office she figured it wasn’t an issue.
Her eyes caught a glance of the view, and it was stunning. She headed straight for the window. “Wow, you weren’t kidding!”
Ned came up behind her, placing the giri-choco on a nearby end-table. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” He was right behind her, body hovering behind hers. His hand came up to caress her bare shoulder. Normally, it would have made Akie jump away. But the wine had her in such a mellow state that she just enjoyed the tingle it gave her skin.
“Mmmm…”
His fingers lightly brushed along her shoulder and up her neck, slowly making their way back down to her shoulder blade, and then around to her collarbone. Gingerly, they dipped just below the bodice, along her décolletage. “You enjoy your view—I’ll enjoy mine.”
She turned her face toward him, smiling. Everything just felt so okay. All good. Her eyes returned to the view. His body behind went from hovering to pressing. She could feel something hard on her ass between the layers of his pants and hers. His hand crept around to undo her suit trousers. She was amazed at how expert he was at it; they fell in a heap at her feet.
“Akie, you are an American goddess among Japanese women.” His hands reached around to stroke her thighs, fingertips playing at the seat of her silk panties. She moaned. One of his hands moved to unzip the back of the bustier. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Still, she stood in front of the window in just her panties, cool and drunk and aroused, staring in wonder at that view. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex. She could hear him fumbling with his pants.
In a split second, he slammed her forcibly against the window. She could feel the cold glass pressing against her breasts as he tore at the seat of her thong. She let in a sharp intake of breath, startled but not frightened.
“Imagine the view 45 floors up from outside, the one of us fucking against this glass,” he whispered, as he thrust himself between her legs from behind. Though aroused, she wasn’t quite wet—he urged the tip of his gigantic penis beyond but it wouldn’t budge. He groaned, spinning her around and onto her knees. “Open your mouth.” His erect cock was stuffed into her mouth as he pushed the back of her head. She thought she would gag, but she was way too drunk to want to object. He gyrated aggressively. She looked up as he hammered her mouth. One of his hands held her head, while the other grabbed for the little package of chocolates. He removed one from the box. She could feel hot liquid trickle at the back of her throat, and he removed himself quickly then stuffed her mouth with the chocolate. “Sweet candy.” She chewed it—liquid caramel. He was still erect. She felt herself begin to throb with need.
What followed was a sticky-sweet fuckfest. Ned grabbed another chocolate and broke it open, letting the soft caramel ooze out onto his fingers. Akie got up, grabbing him by his tie and backing into the window. “My turn to have some fun.” She pulled him toward her, placing his messy fingertip against her nipple. “Your turn for dessert.” Roughly pulling the noose of his necktie, she forced him to her breasts, where he sampled the gooey caramel and played her nipples into a tingle.
“Delicious,” he said, “But I bet your juicy cunt tastes even sweeter.” He licked the rest of the caramel off of his fingers and then moved down to orally lubricate her orifice. It didn’t take long. Their rough play had made her realize just how neglected she had become sexually, and she was like a starved animal being offered fresh meat.
“I want some more,” she grunted huskily.
“You’re gonna get it,” he hissed back, pushing her hard against the window. He pushed himself into her, but only went so far in. His endowment was simply too generous for her under-utilized canal. They both groaned.
“On your hands and knees,” he com
manded, aggressively pulling her from the window.
Consumed by the alcohol and her need, she did as commanded, writhing and arching. “Get that big hard dick and fuck me already, you cocky bastard!”
“Shut your trap and take it like a good girl,” he said, pushing another chocolate into her mouth. Moving behind her, he finally managed to sheath his thick stalk completely, and the rest of the chocolate melted in her mouth as he rammed her hard from behind. “Keep your mouth shut and your ass in the air.” He grabbed her hair with one hand and dug his fingers into her meaty lower back with the other, pounding steadily. It wasn’t long before she could feel herself start to come hard. When she cried out, he covered her mouth to muffle the sound. He withdrew with enough time to turn her onto her back, and he came all over her breasts, grabbing and crushing another chocolate and mixing its melted shell and sticky core like finger paint over his ejaculation.
She lay there on the carpet under the window, smeared in cum and caramel and chocolate, as he went to wash his hands.
Expecting him to settle back down near her, she was surprised when he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.
Akie hardly knew what to do next. She couldn’t just join him there on the bed like this. She awkwardly made her way to the bathroom to clean up. Once done, she made a move to lay down on the bed next to Ned. “The driver will take you home,” he mumbled before falling back asleep.
For a minute she stood there, not sure if what he’d said was meant to be a dismissal or a simple statement. But when she heard his heavy snoring, she realized that her purpose tonight in his eyes had been fulfilled. Humiliated, Akie eased her clothes back on and made the shame-walk out the door, down the hall and down 45 floors to the waiting company car.
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