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A Peak into the Japanese Sex Trade By T. Koenig Introduction It just goes to show how one wild night can open doors. My wild night opened doors to places I'd only fantasized about before. How does a six foot three, ex-hockey player from Canada end up working in stiletto heels as a hostess in Tokyo? A series of coincidences, an excellent sensei and a little natural talent is how. Having been on this wild ride for almost four years now, I feel lucky to have experienced a side of Japanese culture that few foreigners, and even fewer men, have ever seen. Many people say that prostitution by any other name is still prostitution, but as in so many other things the Japanese approach seems to dignify the profession and elevate it beyond its lowly roots. I know people will balk at this comparison, but just as martial arts raise the act of violence against another to an art form, so too do the Japanese raise the act of prostitution to something more profound. Would I call it spiritual? It has been at times, and I hope you can open your mind to the possibility that perfection can be found in all things. My resume in this is unique and my career has followed a surprisingly typical path for a successful 'geijin' (foreign) hostess. The fact that I'm Western, and formerly quite male, is what is exceptional. Needless to say, what follows is at times downright pornographic. If you see sex as a natural expression of human nature, then I can honestly say I've been more true to my nature than most. You might even say that I've grown into my true self. Enjoy, Tyrian Koenig Chapter 1: A good teacher Drinking is a social necessity in Japan. My drinking buddy was a woman from Vancouver named Catheryn. One night we were getting happy on some Italian red. A particular bottle came with some complimentary eye shadow. I was the only guy in the room and the dares came from all sides. 'I'm game,' I said when Catheryn picked it up and raised an eyebrow. She knelt in front of me and beckoned me closer. Her dark eyes swam before me. 'Do you wanna be pretty?' she whispered in my ear. 'Oh, yessss,' I whispered back. With some moral support from the audience I was pretty in about ten minutes. Catheryn was very careful. When she'd finished she sat back and appraised her work. 'Back in a minute,' she said, rising to her feet quickly and disappearing around the corner of her small apartment. 'I can't believe you did it!' Janet, one of the other girls said laughing. 'You look like such a diva!' Corin cried, pouring another round for everyone. Catheryn's makeup bag landed with a thunk on the sofa next to me. 'Time to get busy,' she grinned, opening the bag. The other girls offered suggestions and soon enough I really did look like a diva. 'I can't believe how good it looks on you,' Catheryn said appraisingly, 'you're hot!' We stayed up talking until past three and polished off half a dozen bottles of wine between us. Catheryn kept making comments about how we were only half way there. She even went so far as to take my measurements. Everyone had some fun with me at work on Monday showing photos of me made up and drunk doing a Spice Girls imitation. I laughed along with it, the whole thing had been a riot and I was excited at the thought of what Catheryn might do with those measurements. She didn't disappoint. The next weekend she gave me a call and asked if I wanted to partake of another wine and cheese party. When I got there she smiled and said, 'just you and me big guy.' 'Alright!' I cried, throwing myself onto the sofa, 'what's the plan?' There was a box sitting in the corner and Catheryn tossed her head towards it. 'I did a little shopping. We're going all the way tonight.' I picked the box up and put it on the coffee table. Inside were a bunch of smaller boxes. Catheryn dropped into the seat next to me and pulled out a box with a red ribbon on it. 'Open it up!' Catheryn said, excitement creeping into her voice. I pulled on the bow and the box top fell off revealing a sea of satin. My mouth hung open in astonishment. 'This must have cost you a fortune!' I finally stammered. 'I know people,' Catheryn smiled, holding up an eyed corset in iridescent green, 'time for a fashion show I think.' She handed me the corset and some panties and pointed to the bedroom. I took them with a nervous smile and went to try on my new wardrobe. I may be tall, but I am also athletic. The result is a tall, but slim body with good muscle tone. I pulled on the panties and they were tight where expected and seemed to support my ass wonderfully. The corset took me some time to sort out, but the end result was a slim tummy and hips. I stepped out onto the runway, under the gaze of Catheryn's dark eyes. 'You are going to look so good finished,' she purred, 'try this on over the top.' I caught the leather skirt she tossed me and slipped it on. With the corset on it was actually a little large on me. 'What a girlish figure!' Catheryn laughed, tossing me a silk blouse and a blue satin bra that matched the panties. I put on the bra and then the blouse. Catheryn stepped up and helped me get tucked and organized. Spinning around in front of her, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Her cool hand touched my shoulder, 'where did you just go?' 'Diva land I guess.' From behind her back she pulled a gleaming pair of stiletto pumps. Crouching before me she raised my foot and slid it inside the tight leather. I transferred my weight to the tall, narrow shoe and then she lifted my other leg and mounted the shoe. I was suspended on my feet. I didn't feel like I was touching the ground. 'Look at your legs!' Catheryn said her eyes wide. My calves had compensated for the heels, defining my long, muscular legs even further. 'You could sell those!' Chapter 2: A natural progression We got together regularly to get dressed up and go dancing. Even in our small town there was a place you could go where anything goes. There's not so much of a stigma against cross dressing in Japan, believe it or not high-school boys often enter competitions to see who is the most convincing as a girl. We'd all go over to Catheryn's and have a few drinks while I got ready. Advice came in from a number of girls. What amazed me were all the different approaches. Some women seem to really enjoy the process of getting dressed up, others despised it. The interest ranged from fetish like (which is certainly where I was), to complete indifference. I'd taken art in school and enjoyed the opportunity to dress up as much to attack another medium (makeup) as to relish the fetish. It was always important to me to be passable, but I also enjoyed going overboard sometimes, which coincidentally led me to my first truly feminine experience. One night we were at the bar. We'd all just seen the Matrix, so most of us were wearing a lot of leather or PCV. I'd ordered a black PCV evening dress with a slit up the side and it was my first chance to wear it. Wrapped up as I was and made up to the nines, it was no surprise that I got felt up on the dance floor. 'That guy was all over you!' Catheryn gasped as we fell into our chairs for a break between songs. 'Mmm, strong hands too,' I grinned, 'must be a farmer or something.' We laughed and had another drink. On some nights we actually outnumbered the natives, which led to a sensation of security. This was one of those nights and probably played a big part in why I sauntered over to the table where my boy was sitting. His friend saw me coming and faded away, leaving my very nervous looking prey. His English was terrible and my Japanese was only a bit better, but we had a meeting of minds. The next day Catheryn called me at noon demanding facts. They were fairly straightforward. He'd driven me to his place and then he'd lifted up my skirts and driven me to paradise. His name was Onimura and he said he loved me. I didn't know if I'd call it love, but it certainly was flattering. I saw a fair bit of my farmer for the next few weeks. In fact, I hadn't seen Catheryn in almost ten days when she left a message saying she'd gotten a job offer in Tokyo and she was getting the hell out of our shitty little town. I made it out to most of her goodbye parties both in and out of a bra and she made me promise to visit her as soon as I could. The day she left I felt like I was losing my sensei. Onimura turned out to be a bit of a drag and faded away. In the meantime I had a kick-ass closet of clothes, shoes and accessories and nowhere to enjoy them. Some of the other girls arranged outings and I dutifully attended, but usually as a guy and usually it wasn't all that much fun. I still dressed up all the time at home, but without my sensei the public me wasn't around. Three months after Catheryn left, I received a letter asking if I would renew my teaching contract for another year. As I sat there mulling it over one night I got a phone call from my redheaded sensei herself. 'How're things in the backwoods?' she asked with a laugh. 'Boring! How's life in the big city?' 'You would not believe the night life around here! I've been out until 5am at raves almost every weekend since I got here! It just never stops.' 'Great.' 'What's wrong? You don't sound your usual self.' 'It's been dead around here and they just asked me to renew.' 'I know, Janet called me last week and told me.' 'She did, did she?' 'Yep, so I'm here to give you a better offer.' 'You need a maid?' She laughed, 'well, yeah, but this is even better than that. Last weekend I met a club owner in Shinjuku. I told him about you and he said he might have something for you. He wants to meet you.' 'All this based on my reputation? Exactly what have you been saying?' She paused, but I could tell she was excited, 'I told him about your legs in pumps and your ass in a skirt...' 'I'm finding it hard to believe a club owner in Shinjuku is looking for a giant gaijin Amazon.' 'I think you underestimate how good you look,' she interrupted, 'I showed him a picture. He was impressed, and besides, a tall, blonde, blue eyed babe? Have you learned nothing about Japan?' 'You carry pictures of me around with you?' 'Um, well, yeah.' 'I'm flattered Catheryn, I had no idea.' 'Well repay the flattery, jump on the train and come down this weekend. I can make arrangements to meet him Saturday night.' I now have an appreciation of what a woman needs to travel. My heavy suitcase and I boarded the early train and my boring, backwoods little town slipped away behind me into the morning mist. Chapter 3: I packed my bags and I moved to the city I got there mid afternoon and after a short cab ride ran with my suitcase of goodies into her building out of the rain. The train ride down had been long; I was tired and knew I didn't look my best. 'Are you ready for this?' Catheryn asked looking at my tired face, 'I think you should go dressed up.' She hadn't been too specific about the opportunity, but now it was starting to seem more exciting than just another English teaching position. 'What is this about, exactly?' Catheryn smiled to herself and fluffed a pillow. 'A co-worker introduced me to Atsushi Kato. He's a private club manager and kind of a talent scout. He asked me if I wanted to work weekends, but I couldn't because of my contract. We had a few drinks together and I told him about you.' 'This isn't a teaching position.' 'No it isn't. Atsushi wants to meet you, all dressed up. He thinks you'd be a hit at one of his places.' I was half excited and half terrified at the thought of going out into public, on my first night in Tokyo, to a job interview at a hostess club. Any possibility of me not going was railroaded by Catheryn, who seemed at least as happy as I was that I was going. We left her place around seven and hailed a cab. I'd been dressing up long enough to actually feel quite confident. We stood chatting as we waited for the taxi and I was starting to relax into it. By the time we arrived at an upscale tower in Shinjuku I wasn't even thinking about it. Catheryn took me inside and we checked our coats. I kept my little, black, leather purse and straightened out my dress. It was a short, Chinese cocktail dress in a satiny deep purple. I was wearing the four-inch heeled, patent black stilettos Catheryn had bought me all those months ago. There weren't nearly so sparkling and new, but I'd kept them in immaculate condition and they wrapped around my feet like a second skin. The club was impressive; very modern and multileveled. Atshushi greeted Catheryn like an old friend, all the while smiling and eying me up and down. 'You must be the great Tyrian!' he flashed his expensive teeth up at me and I couldn't help but smile back. 'It's nice to meet you Kato San,' I bowed. 'Do you speak Japanese?' he asked in Japanese, still smiling. 'I have studied for several years, but I am still far from fluent,' I replied in his language. 'Very good!' back to English again. 'Catheryn has told me so much about you! It must have been a long train ride for you, please come and sit down.' Catheryn and I exchanged amused glances and followed him to a private booth. As we got comfortable a round of cocktails appeared. 'This is Kaori, the mistress of this club. Kaori, this is Tyrian, who I was telling you about.' 'Hello Tyrian,' Kaori said in a cultured, British accent, 'it is a pleasure to have you here.' She sat down gracefully next to Atsushi and gazed at me. I realized I was staring back and looked down in a demure way. 'Catheryn tells us that you are considering a change in professions,' Kaori said, 'I think you might find that hostessing isn't that much different from English teaching.' Atsushi lifted his glass, 'to a profitable arrangement for all!' We raised our glasses in reply and drank. Atsushi owned a number of businesses and wanted to know how much experience I'd had in the hospitality industry as he liked to call it. When told him I'd had none he smiled and suggested a course of study on the job. For the first two months I would move around every two weeks to a new facility, learn the ins and outs and then move on. The remaining ten months would be working in Nabureru under Kaori who would teach me the finer points of hostessing. He warned that it wouldn't be all class and glamour at first, but he saw me as a valuable investment that should be looked after. My starting salary was three times what I'd been making as a teacher. The rest of the evening was a whirlwind. Catheryn immediately offered to take me in as a roommate and I faxed my current office to give them a week's notice that I would not be continuing my contract. After the groundwork had been laid, I was introduced to the other girls, all hostesses at the Nabureru. To my surprise almost half of them were foreign and they all seemed very happy with the prospect of me joining on. Chapter 4: The Bottom To say that it wouldn't be classy was a gross understatement as only the Japanese can make. Atsushi's first assignment for me was at a place called the Helping Hand or 'itsubi' in Japanese. I dressed up on my first day, feeling the normal butterflies multiply tenfold. The cabbie dropped me off at a less than stellar looking mall in one of the nastier sections of Tokyo. The Helping Hand was actually a kind of sexual arcade located in the back of the mall behind windowless doors. The girls working there ranged from runaways to grizzled veterans who were none to happy to see a fast tracker like myself. The owner, a greasy little man named Namu, practically drooled on my boots when I arrived. Putting on my best Japanese face, I followed him into the back where he showed me a row of lockers. One had my name (Chirian) written on it in Japanese. Inside I found a PVC harness and some ridiculously large silicon strap on boobs. Namu could barely conceal his excitement. Careful not to show how angry I was, I started to undress. The room was so nasty looking that I was actually loath to hang my beautiful skirt and blouse in the locker. I strapped on the boobs and adjusted them. They were three cup sizes larger than the ones I normally wore (which weren't small to begin with). The harness was crotchless, so once I was wrapped up in it my testicles and penis hung out in the open. Seeing as I'd always aimed for the opposite, this was very unnerving. The thigh high boots in the bottom of the locker were obviously something that only a whore would wear. As I zipped them up I started wondering exactly what I'd be expected to do here. I enjoyed lots of different sex, but the last thing I wanted was herpes or worse from some sleazy client. The final touch was a gauzy black cloak made of some shiny, semi transparent material. It only partially hid what was underneath. I was led out to the display area where a number of girls in varying stages of undress were sitting. As I watched, a chubby older man gestured to one of the girls and they walked over to a wall with pictures of women with their legs spread painted across it. The girl walked around the corner behind the display. The man stepped up to the picture of his choice, unzipped his pants and put his penis through the opening. A moment later he put his hands against the wall as though trying to keep his balance. The girl on the other side must have been yanking on him something fierce. 'Do you understand?' Nomu asked in Japanese. Somehow his hand had come to rest on my ass. 'I understand,' I replied and stepped up onto the stage, taking a seat next to one of the girls. 'You're very tall,' the girl said looking me up and down, 'are those real?' she gestured at my breasts. She couldn't have been more than nineteen. Her perfect skin and angular eyes seemed to make her cheekbones even higher. Her hair was tied back in a business like ponytail. 'You're beautiful,' I replied, smiling slightly at her, 'and no they aren't real.' 'I am Naoki and I'm afraid you are going to be very busy while you are here.' She gestured to a graying business man in a descent suit who was holding his hand out to me. I actually blushed. I didn't think anything could make me do that any more. I took his hand and he led me to the wall, all the while staring at me with obvious joy. I stepped behind the wall before I saw which girl he stepped up to. Momentarily confused, I almost walked back around, but a moment later a penis appeared in the hole next to where the first girl was furiously masturbating her client. I walked over and took him in my PVC gloved hand firmly. He responded immediately. It's easier to know what works when you've done it yourself. Soon enough he was showering all over the sticky floor. Chapter 5: Finishing the girl and moving on up My time at Itsubi wasn't without its rewards. The girls were wonderful and often enjoyed practicing on me. It got to the point where Namu would pair me up with one or two in the front window in order to get customers. This worked astonishingly well and I often went home with aching fore arms. I was credited with breaking the customer satisfaction record with an astonishing six-second rub. For something so bizarre it soon became mundane and business-like. I quickly got over my self-consciousness at having my genitals on display and found myself using them to my advantage. That was how I broke the record; the man who picked me out was staring at my penis, so I took it in my own shiny, PVC clad hand and began to stroke myself. I could see his reaction right through his pants and when he presented through the wall I took him roughly and without mercy. He actually screamed in ecstasy, which was a big no-no in Itsubi. All was forgiven when Namu saw the time clock and I stalked back round the corner with a big erection of my own. The picture of me with the client (eyes blacked out, but obviously very happy) was still standing when I left. In retrospect, I can understand why Atsushi sent me there. I learned a lot about the psychology of men, especially the meeting of basic needs. The more sophisticated places take those basic needs and meet them in a more cultured and moneyed way, but the needs all come from the same root. I was at Itsubi for almost six weeks, and in my final week I typically did more clients on a shift than any two other girls together. People were actually traveling to the city to experience my services. I found that my clients fell into two camps, something I'd later come to realize would be true throughout my career. The first called me Chikamachi, or muscle man. Perversely enough, to this kind of customer, subservience was the key to their happiness. They reveled in having a man in such a demeaning position. They usually tipped poorly and acted callously; I didn't encourage their return. The other (and much preferred) kind were the customers who called me Otakomasai, or manly woman. When I finally understood the fineries of this name I began to take it as a compliment of the highest order. These men enjoyed an experience with a powerful feminine entity. Sometimes they were dominant, usually submissive, but they tended to tip wonderfully and were by far the most regular. Some of these customers actually convinced me to see them outside of work, and one, Minako-Sensei, an older doctor from Chiba, actually offered to make me a kept woman. He was such a sweetheart that I was tempted but declined politely. I was at the beginning of a career and an adventure and I wasn't about to give it up. He followed me to my next engagement and beyond though. Atsushi himself called me one morning before my shift and told me it would be my last at Itsubi. The girls put on a show of being sad to see me go, they weren't of course, but that's Japan. Namu seemed disgruntled and said he couldn't go to my goodbye party. As I walked into the changing room one last time I saw him at the desk in the back office doing some accounting. Without a word I walked in, sat down next to him and put my by now well worked PVC gloved hand on his crotch. Without a word and while looking directly into his eyes, I pulled him out and did him hard and fast under the table. He melted in my hand and a moment later was sitting next to me smelling of salt and sweat. He looked at me with big glassy eyes. Without changing my expression I got up, went over to the sink, washed him off my gloves and proceeded to get changed. He sat there the whole time just staring at me. When I was done, I looked more uptown than I had in weeks. Gone was the big hair and giant boobs. Now I was sleek and expensive in a black leather dress and jacket, and an expensive new pair of Italian shoes. 'Arigato,' was all I said as I turned my back on him and left that stinky little room for the last time. 'Your success has allowed me to justify a great expense,' Atsushi said from his ketai the next afternoon, 'I'm able to send you to Yokohama for some work, if you are willing.' 'Work?' I replied obviously sounding confused. 'If you are committed to this course, we will support your... transformation,' Atushi said. 'You mean permanent cosmetic work?' I asked. 'Yes,' Atsushi replied, 'your appointment is for noon tomorrow and it will probably take a few days.' I talked to Catheryn about it and she made me realize that it was something that I really wanted to do, even if I was afraid of it. The next day I walked into the Yokohama cosmetics clinic. They usually worked on women and in my three days there I was the only male patient. My breasts were to be 'C' cups, but when I awoke with them I thought them larger. When I finally went bra shopping several days later only a 'D' cup would fit. I still suspect that Atushi had determined what I would have before I got there. In the clinic they also did a lot of electrolysis. I'll never grow hair on most of my body again, but I wasn't that attached to it in the first place. When I returned home that weekend Catheryn seemed duly impressed. 'Don't you look smooth and beautiful,' she purred, giving me a big hug and pulling my purse out of my hands and throwing it over her shoulder, 'I can get used to these!' she giggled, rubbing her breasts against mine. 'Glad you like them,' I smiled back crookedly, 'I feel like I'm a present.' 'Oh, you are,' she smiled wickedly, sliding my jacket from by back and onto the floor. Her cool, long fingers made quick work of the buttons on my blouse and I soon found them running over my newly minted breasts. In a blur we both found ourselves naked and lathered up in the small shower stall. Catheryn climbed up my soapy-smooth body and wrapped her legs around me. Our naked breasts pressed tightly together, we proceeded to make ourselves, very, very clean. Atsushi called me early the next week ecstatic about the reports from the clinic. He gave me directions to the Leather Lounge in Rappongi and told me that I was expected at ten that evening. He said the manager, Ito-san, could speak English quite well and was looking forward to meeting me. The much shorter taxi ride uptown to Rappongi had been Japanese efficient and I'd gotten there before I'd sobered up from dinner with Catheryn. As I'd suspected, the clientele, the hostesses and even the bartenders were all clad head to toe in leather. I was glad I'd dressed the part in a purple leather mini- skirt, pumps and a tight fitting black leather vest and satin blouse Ito smiled when he saw me and while I had no doubt that he was checking me over, he did it in a refined, almost flattering way. I had a nagging suspicion that I'd met him before. 'You were an exceptional boost to profits at Itsubi, Tyrian!' he laughed as we squeaked into a booth together, 'I'm looking forward to having the 'Tyrian-Effect' working for me!' I smiled and waited for him to go on. He seemed happy with my demure response, 'as you can see we have a clientele with a singular interest! I enjoy it as much for the smell as for the look of it all!' He was right, the room smelled wonderful, more like an expensive coat shop than a bar full of people. 'We typically bring in about ten times what Itsubi does in a day. We charge more and we give a better experience. On any night we have between a dozen and twenty girls on the floor, the trick here is that they don't tell the customers that they work here. We call them 'atmosphere girls'. They are salaried and some of them have been here for many years. In many cases this is a hobby that pays them, in others they are passing through. I think you will find that they are educated, many of them speak English well.' Ito eyed me across the table and I lifted a corner of my mouth and nodded for him to continue. 'How long have you been in Japan?' he asked, leaning closer, 'you do it very well.' A slight blush crept up my neck and he sat back and clapped his hands, 'excellent!' 'I must not spend too much time with you here, this is our busiest night. I've scheduled you for Thursdays to Sundays, four in the afternoon until we close, which varies depending on mood. Look through our operations book,' he slid an appropriately leather bound book across the table to me, 'and feel free to ask me any questions you might have. For tonight feel free to stay as long as you want and get to know people.' 'Thank you Ito-san,' I'd suddenly remembered where I'd seen him before: three weeks before I'd had Ito's surprisingly large dick in my hand at Itsubi. 'I hope to be of good service to you.' I smiled, locking eyes with him. Ito paused for a moment in his oh-so refined way and a grin crept across his face, 'I'm sure you will Miss Tyrian, I'm sure you will.' Ito slipped into the crowd and I didn't see him for the rest of the evening. I was sitting alone, soaking in the surroundings for only a few minutes when a tall, beautiful, Japanese woman slid into the seat next to me. She smiled and I grinned back. The fruity drink I was toying with had gone straight to my already addled head. 'You're very beautiful,' she said to me in Japanese. I began to reply when I suddenly realized I was talking to a man. I hesitated for a moment and then gave him an appreciating look. 'I am jealous of you,' I replied in Japanese and he showed a slight blush under his makeup. We asked the various who's and where froms and I gathered from him that he was a business man in Tokyo. I was dying to know where he got his clothes from and we started trading favorite suppliers. He tried his English a few times, but my Japanese was better so we eventually reverted back to it. We were still deep in conversation and getting along fabulously when a tiny little Japanese woman (this time a real one) sat down on my other side. 'Tyrian!' she squealed and took my hand in both of hers, 'Ito-san told me you were here! I am Kyomi! I see you have already met Naoko!' Everything she said seemed to be the most wonderful thing she'd ever thought of. At first I thought her exuberance an act, but in the space of the next hour she didn't skip a beat and I began to adore her as much as the more reserved and regal Naoko. The two seemed to counterpoint each other very well as only a client and prostitute can. We were soon circulating through the crowd. Whoever one didn't know, the other did, and I found myself bumping into professional baseball players, writers and politicians. The Twilight room in the back, with its dim lights and muted music seemed to be the territory of the regulars, and I was greeted as though I was expected. I stayed with Naoko and Kyomi all night. At various times I caught Naoko staring at me and I made a point of letting him catch me staring back. Kyomi finally tired of the game. 'Take her to the Room!' Kyomi said in exasperation, 'it's obvious you two like each other, so go have fun!' She stood up and took us each by the hand. Through a black door in the back of the room was a black painted hallway with many doors leading from it. I'd learn the next day in the operations book that this area was called 'the playroom' by members, and they were the only ones who could use it. Each door led to a small room with a double bed. At the end of the hallway was a large bathroom area where people cleaned up afterwards. Naoko led me in to the room and turned to face me. I was drunk and a bit clueless. Naoko seemed to know what he was doing though. He stepped towards me and ran his strong hands across my leather clad, flat stomach and out to my hips; he then pulled me to him. I came willingly and he kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time. 'I don't want to get sick,' I managed to say thickly, not remembering how to say venereal disease in Japanese. 'I am very healthy,' he replied in an equally heavy voice, 'and I won't hurt you.' He turned me around and slipped my leather skirt up my thighs revealing my purple silk garters and panties. I leaned back into him with a sign and felt his strong hands as they unbuttoned my tight leather vest and caressed my breasts. His erection poked me from behind. 'I've never done this before,' I murmured, 'with a man.' He whispered in my ear in Japanese, 'you are my beautiful princess and I'm going to show you how your beauty effects me.' I'd never been sweet talked before (if that's what you could call it). I melted into him even further and he had me on the bed in moments. Being drunk certainly helped, but his expertise was the deciding factor. He began by tying me to the bedposts with leather clasps that had been hidden beneath. In moments he's slipped out of his dress and stood before me in only his garters and stockings, his lovely calves arched over four inch stilettos. In a strange way he was truly beautiful, his made up face and hair flowing down to his muscled chest which gave way to his silk clad legs. The bulge in his panties was growing at an alarming pace. Even drunk I was pretty sure where we were headed. He pulled out a whip with many thin strands and lightly began worked me over. 'Just to bring your blood up,' he assured me. He worked with an expert's hand and I blushed from head to toe under his ministrations. After working me over he untied me and strapped me to the wall face first. 'Now you will be mine,' he whispered in my ear. I couldn't help myself and for the first time willingly became the woman in every way. He seemed as infatuated with my new breasts as I was and asked me many questions about getting them as we got dressed a fair while later. 'I could never do this, it would interfere with my life, but you have and now you live your dream. I respect you greatly.' He pulled me to him one last time as we headed for the door and kissed me on the mouth. The member's room was even fuller than when we'd left. We melted back into the crowd soon finding a corner booth. Kyomi joined us again in moments, her eyes dancing. 'How are you?' she asked. 'Wonderful!' I smiled back and kissed her on the mouth. Naoko blushed furiously, so I ran my hand up his thigh and squeezed his crotch. He sat back shaking his head in wonder. Kyomi beamed at us both and ordered a round. Chapter 6: I wanna make you an offer I've never been fond of calling what I've been through the sex trade. In Japan everything is much more cultured, thought through and, well, psychological. To call one of the girls in the Leather Lounge a prostitute would be the equivalent of calling a Rocket Scientist a mechanic. They might share the vaguest things in common, but one is much more complicated than another. For example, the girls were never forced to have sex with a client. It was always their choice. Some were very picky, others slept around quite a lot. From my point of view, managing the late night shift girls, the ones who slept around were the bigger pain in the ass. If they weren't careful I would have to follow up with medical tests and cautionary write-ups. The Leather Lounge was a swamp of paperwork compared to Itsubi, which sometimes seemed diabolically easy by comparison. It was my year at Leather Lounge that solidified my somewhat foggy understanding of Japanese social morays in the industry. From dealing with dissatisfied customers to dealing with dissatisfied employees, I always enjoyed their reasoning because it was so different from my own. The hardest thing to comprehend was the social structure, which was based on a business system that virtually no one knew about. The Yakuza (organized crime) that owned and ran the business were all but invisible to the working girls. When Ito suggested that I take on management duties on the late shift it caused quite a stir; geijin didn't manage, they worked. When Atsushi backed up Ito's suggestion I suddenly found myself as the matriarch of thirty girls and three t-girls at the Leather Lounge from 2am to 7am Wednesdays to Sundays. I still sometimes dressed in the more daring outfits of the floor girls, but honestly I enjoyed the chance to go up market with my wardrobe. There are some truly stunning leather outfits that ladies (rather than girls) can choose from. The first time I found myself getting tailored for a hand made, leather evening dress I knew that this is where I'd rather be. 'He is mine!' Kyomi screamed, launching herself across the table at Fumie. I was out of my chair in a moment and had her arms pinned at her side. Kyomi squirmed against me her pony tails lashing about, but I held her firmly until she settled down. Fumie sat across from us with heavily lidded eyes looking very unimpressed. 'Did you take an established client from her?' I asked when Kyomi was finally reduced to sobbing gasps. 'No,' Fumie said in English, looking me in the eye. 'You are telling me that you didn't coerce Kyomi's client into no longer seeing her?' I asked, also in English now. 'Saito-San did as he wished to do,' Fumie replied, now in Japanese. 'Saito-San did as he wished to do, and you did nothing to encourage him,' I said flatly. Fumie nodded. 'Thank you Sato-San,' I said to Fumie in the same business like voice, 'please find your final pay with Ichiyo at the bar. I am sorry we can no longer work together.' Fumie stared at me in shock. 'You cannot fire me!' she finally snarled, 'my uncle with have your cock on a plate you geijin whore!' Ichiyo appeared at the door looking grim, 'Mistress?' 'Escort Ms. Sato off the premises please Ichiyo.' I said quietly. Kyomi sat in shock, watching the drama unfold. Fumie looked from Ichiyo back to me with her mouth hanging open. After a long moment she stood up and stalked out of the room with Ichiyo in her wake. In the silence that followed I could almost hear Kyomi bursting at the seams. She finally let it out in a rush, 'Tyrian, I am so sorry! I had no idea she was in the family! I didn't want to get you in trouble, now we'll both get fired!' I leaned back in the reclining leather executive chair and crossed my ankles on the table. Kyomi half gasped and half laughed. 'You are feeling at home here, aren't you?' 'Yes I am Kyomi, and I would hate to hurt the business by alienating one of our best employees with lies.' Kyomi looked like she was going to cry, 'You're wonderful!' she yelped and practically vaulted over the desk and onto my lap. Her leather jump suit groaned against my smooth, leathery lap. Ichiyo came back in as she was straddling me and apologized profusely for not knocking. 'Don't worry about it Ichiyo,' I said looking around the excited Kyomi, 'did you finish editing?' 'Yes mistress,' he smiled tightly, handing me the digital tape. 'I imagine Sato-Sama will be dropping by later this afternoon. Make sure he isn't kept waiting.' From her saddle Kyomi was watching our conversation as though it were a tennis match. When Ichiyo had bowed out she turned back to me again squeezing me slightly with her muscular little thighs. 'The owner Sato-Sama?' 'Yes, ' I smiled, holding her firm little waist in my strong hands. 'Is the tape of the office?' Kyomi asked. 'Among other things,' I replied smiling cryptically. Before she could ask another question I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Fumie's uncle (who was also coincidentally Atsushi's father) was one of the older, more influential members of the family that ran a substantial portion of the Industry in Tokyo. He was trim, intense and had a reputation for absolute authority. When I saw the light come on over the door camera (a signal from Ichiyo that something is up) I immediately stood up, straightened myself out and walked through the door and out into the quiet club. It was still only mid-afternoon, hours before the rush would begin. Today was the summation of months of hard work and damage control, and I had to make it work for my sake as well as for my boss Ito and all of my employees. I'd embedded myself in the framework of Leather Lounge to great effect and now I'd done something very un-Japanese, I'd attracted the attention of someone who should never have been wasting his time with me. Ichiyo and the coat girl were taking his coat and welcoming him in the doorway as I walked up, moving as fast as I could, but trying not to look like I was hurrying. I'd suspected today was d-day, so I'd dressed a little less fetish, but still in uniform. The purple leather Chinese style dress I wore had a high collar that looked almost like a choker. It was ankle length, but slit at both sides up to my hips. An embroidered dragon curled from my back over my shoulders and swirled down around my cleavage. It was a stunning dress, a worthy hyaku mon (ten thousand dollar) gift from one of my oldest clients. The shoes were matched, purple dyed pumps and my blonde hair was up in a bun, a style I'd found much more useful since adopting a more matronly position as manager. Two gold chopsticks held the bun in place and were made from the same gold as the dragon torcs wrapped around my upper arms. I liked the look because it was classy, but also had an element of mythological heroine to it. I'd overheard one of the girls refer to me as the 'Dragon Lady' one day and I'd taken to finding dragons in all my outfits and jewellery. In my outfit I stood before one of the most rich, influential men in Tokyo and bowed formally. I waited until I saw his head bob in acknowledgement before I straightened up again. 'It is a pleasure to finally meet you,' I said in my best tainiigo (formal language). I tried to remain as gender neutral as possible. I'd taken to using women's vocabulary when it seemed most suitable, but my formal women's language wasn't as strong as it should be. Sato-sama appraised me for a few moments with his shrewd eyes. I knew how good I looked, but I tried to be as attentive and humble as possible. There is a fine line between being submissive and giving yourself away though and I had to walk that line today. After months of swallowing my pride I had to strike or be defeated. I'd backed up as much as I possibly could, but I wouldn't go any further; I wouldn't be spineless. Sato pointed to a corner booth with his cane and I led him there directly. He sat quietly while I got him some of the thirty-year-old scotch out of the special store. Even that was a major victory. In the hours between my firing of Fumie and Sato-sama's arrival I'd been deserted by my compatriots. The normal contact calls for gossip, emergency help with inventory and coverage for sick or missing workers that went on all afternoon between myself, my boss and the other bars under the Sato umbrella had been absent. It felt more than a little like a duel at high noon, with everyone assuming I'd have my head served to me on a platter. Boss Ito had walked into his office right after Kyomi had left and sat down in the visitor's chair. I'd raised an eyebrow. 'Thank you for doing that,' he tossed his head back at the door, 'I wouldn't have, and it was the best choice for the business. I'm taking the afternoon to go to The Peak in Chiba to pick up some thirty year old Scotch. I have a feeling we'll be out if the big guy comes around today and drinks all of our stock neat.' He looked at me meaningfully and then got up and left. That was the only one of my co-workers who did anything to help. I returned to Sato-sama with his scotch served neat having never had to ask him what he drank. He looked at the drink and then spoke for the first time. 'You fired my niece,' he spoke in flawless, educated Japanese. I remained standing and waited for him to continue. Fingering his glass, he took a swallow of the scotch and seemed to be enjoying it slowly. I didn't interrupt and stood, with my heels together, almost at attention. 'This business has been in my family for nine generations,' he finally spoke softly, 'and now you, a gaijin and a whore, have decided that this should be no more?' I remained at attention as he turned his eyes from the glass and looked into mine. Up on the seat in the booth he was eye to eye with me, even though I was standing in four- inch heels. I looked directly into those cool, hazel eyes and kept a firm grip on the westerner in me who wanted to fight for her pride. 'My sister's child has a place in this business, you do not.' He turned back to his drink again, contemplating the rich golden liquid. I waited a few moments and then placed the digital tape on the table. He looked up at me with unreadable eyes. 'Why did you do it?' he asked in British accented English completely ignoring the tape. 'It was a business decision sir,' I replied in English, 'My responsibility was to the success of this establishment, and I acted in its best interests. The tape clearly shows why I did what I did.' He looked into his glass, swirling the scotch around in gentle waves, 'you certainly didn't act on your own,' he muttered. I didn't think I was supposed to hear what he said. It only occurred to me later that he'd said it in English. Not knowing whether to acknowledge the comment or not I stood there waiting. Sato-sama gave me a sidelong glance and nodded to the seat across from him. Still feeling unsure I slid into the booth. 'Miss.... ?' 'Koenig,' I replied quickly. 'Miss Koenig, I reviewed your brief career with us on the way over here. My feeling is that you have been a beneficial asset to us. You also seem to have an uncanny knack for staying out of the trouble so many other gaijin seem determined to get into. Frankly, I'm surprised that you did this thing. You must surely have known who Fumie Sato was.' I nodded, 'yes, I did sir.' 'So, you are either very callous, or very brave. After meeting with you I'm beginning to believe it is the latter.' He was silent again, looking around the bar now, obviously inspecting it. 'When placed in a losing position, you chose to attack.' I raised an eyebrow at this, could it have all been a test? I'd been so involved in watching him that I jumped when someone bumped my side to move me further into the booth. Every piece of self-discipline went toward holding my hone (public face) in place. Next to me sat Fumie, her heavy lidded, resentful expression gone. I'd never noticed how hypnotizing her elfin eyes where, especially when they were smiling at me. 'Tyrian is no ordinary gaijin papa,' Fumie said, her hand resting lightly on my knee, 'I would hazard to guess that she was planning to stay a long time. Perhaps in the future I won't pay as much attention to the complaints of jilted whores.' Sato-sama was leaning back now, 'Should I fire her?' 'If you lose her, she will be picked up by the competition.' Sato-sama seemed to consider this. 'I have a suggestion, if I may,' Fumie said, 'I would like to hire her into my department. She is quite well known in the organization, and could easily appear a district supervisor while reporting to me directly.' I was starting to get the feeling that they had rehearsed this entire play in the car on the way over. I looked from one to the other. The only reaction I could get was Fumie kneading my thigh under the table which was causing a rather enjoyable stiffness to form. Sato-sama sat for long moments gazing at me. I was starting to get the idea that this was a guy who took as long as he wanted to make up his mind. I was also starting to get the feeling that he was also a lover of drama. 'Her department?' I asked looking into Fumie's beautiful eyes. 'Internal Affairs,' she whispered back in wide-eyed, mock shock. Sato-sama almost smiled in response to the conversation going on in front of him, 'it's not often that I'm forgotten while sitting at a table. This is resolved, show me your operation here Miss Koenig and suggest to us who you would like to see take your place.' Kiyomi was even happier than normal (if that is possible) that evening when I told her that Ito and Mr. Sato himself had OK'd her promotion. 'I thought you were getting fired today,' Catheryn said laughing when I got home the next morning. 'It seems that bravery is more valuable than mindless obedience - even in Japan!' I laughed back. 'Victory dinner when you finish class today? I'm buying!' 'I'm there with bells on beautiful,' Catheryn smiled, eyeing my cleavage. The End