Am I dreaming still? Is
this real? Is this bitch really touching me in inappropriate places?!? At once,
I jump up from the table and slap Mayu as hard as I can across her face.
“What the fuck are you doing?!?!” I am enraged at this
point, more embarrassed than anything because I actually enjoyed it. And the
fact that I climaxed is too much for me to comprehend at this point.
Mayu is cowering in the corner holding her rouged cheek with
her right hand. Her left hand is up in a surrender stance. And I can see my
juices on her middle finger. This pisses me off even more.
“I’m sorry, Miss Stephens! It was part of the exclusive
package. I didn’t mean any harm. I thought you knew…” Her voice trails off as
if she just made a revelation but she doesn’t expound. “I am really sorry,” she
says as she hurries out of the room.
So now I’m standing in this massage room, stuck on stupid,
butt naked, with my love running down my inner thigh. I quickly put on my sundress,
gather my belongings, and hightail it out of that place. I’m thinking of
reporting that bitch to the manager but I’m so embarrassed that it’s not even
an option. Should I tell Samson? I quickly dismiss the idea because I don’t
want to admit to anybody that I enjoyed it.
As I unlock the hotel suite door, I can’t help but to recall
what just happened. I mean, I was violated of course. But something about it
felt so damn good. I’ve been with women before, but that was on my own will and
with my permission. This…this was different. So invasive, but yet so satisfying.
I heard that Japanese massage parlors usually end with a
“happy ending”, but I had no idea that women were on the receiving end of that
pleasure. What the hell just happened? Did Samson or Sampson pay for that
package? I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Bastard. But he won’t hear about
the Mayu situation from me.
I hop back in the shower and wash myself thoroughly,
although I cannot help thinking about the Japanese goddess just downstairs in
the parlor. I wonder what her skin feels like, smells like, and tastes like. I imagine
how she sounds when she moans in pleasure. If I pull her hair, will she like
it? If I smack her ass, would she enjoy it and arch her back further? So many
questions, so much I’d like to do. But I love Samson. Regardless of his flaws,
this enigma of a man has my full attention at the moment and he would not be
pleased to hear about my big fantasies with my little geisha.
After my shower, I lay on the bed and attempt to finish up a
little work on my iPad. Being an entertainment writer for Bliss magazine
definitely has its perks. I have an interview with the sexy rapper Doja scheduled
in a few weeks. I spend the next few hours preparing questions and watching old
interviews of him to stay current and on top of my game.
The phone on the nightstand rings.
“Sash? My meeting is wrapping up. Meet me at valet in thirty
minutes for dinner. Wear something sexy and wear that underwear I like.” Click.
Well, damn. I can’t help but smile to myself at the frankness
of that man. I prepare to get ready for the fun filled night. I open my
suitcase and pull out my sexy black BCBG dress that I packed at the last
minute. I slip it on, but not before putting on my pink crotchless underwear
that Sampson loves so much. I spruce up my natural curls and add a light touch
of makeup and look at the clock to see that 25 minutes has already passed. I
throw on my YSL heels and grab my purse on the way out the door to see my man.
The limo is waiting in the front of the hotel. The valet
opens the door and I slip in with a huge smile on my face in anticipation of
the night to come. I look up and immediately sheer shock and horror runs
through my body.
“Sasha”, Sampson says, “Mayu will be joining us for dinner.
I hope you don’t mind.” ……
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