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Dessert

Lily Harlem

Nyotaimori
was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!

But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.

Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.

DESSERT

Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem

Chapter One

I stared around the boardroom. Aptly named, considering the long faces and glazed expressions. I guessed discussing the fine details of marketing strategy for trekking and survival equipment just wasn’t floating everyone’s boat right now. Hell, it was my company and I’d had enough of wading through graphs and pie charts, statistics and percentages.

But at least it was Friday, which meant we’d shut the office at four and knock off early. That always brought a round of smiles as my staff headed out the door to wives, husbands, girlfriends and lovers.

Not me, though. My girlfriend, who’d become my lover and then my wife, was now my ex. Ex-everything, including friend. Why Janice was so mad at me when it was
her
who had the affair, I still couldn’t understand.

“Let’s call it a day,” I said, flicking off the PowerPoint and letting out a sigh. I aimed a remote at the blinds and they slid upward with a quiet hiss, revealing the brilliant white May sunshine outside.

There was an eager shuffle of chairs and the hum of conversation rose. Betty, my PA, slotted her pencil into her notebook, patted several stray wisps of hair into her gray bun and began to stack her papers. She wouldn’t bring her laptop into the boardroom and insisted on using shorthand to take minutes—said if she didn’t the art form would become extinct. I didn’t see any sense in arguing since she was due for retirement very soon. I would then make sure I got someone modern and technically adept—if I was really lucky, someone with a sweet smile and nice perfume too.

“What are you up to at the weekend, John?” Richard, my deputy manager, asked.

Usually it was a question that had me shrugging and giving vague answers about hiking and camping out. Since Janice had dragged me through divorce proceedings I’d 4

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been trekking again and enjoying time outdoors, getting my head straight and testing new equipment. “Actually a supplier is taking me to dinner tonight,” I said. “He’s keen to tell me about their new range of digital compasses and satnav watches. Wants us to stock them later in the year.”

“Oh, that guy from Koni who came in last week?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Where you going for dinner?”

“Not somewhere I’ve been before. It’s an Asian restaurant in Soho.” I rubbed my lips with my finger and frowned, trying to recall the name. “The Geisha Plate I think he said it was called.”

Richard’s brows rose. “Oh, very nice.”

“Have you eaten there?” I clicked off my Mac and slotted it into its case.

“Not a chance, it’s very exclusive. It has an annual membership fee and you have to be recommended. Getting a table there is harder than getting a private blessing from the Pope.”

“Really? That sounds very secret handshake.”

“Yeah, goodness knows what they serve for it to be so cloak and dagger.” He glanced at his watch. “Mary has us tickets for the theatre tonight,
Billy Elliot
, again.” He rolled his eyes.

“I thought you liked your trips to the West End.”

“I do, but seriously, this will be the fourth time to see that damn dancing boy. I kinda get the story.” He grinned. “Have fun though, boss. Bring me up to speed on Monday.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Several other members of staff called their goodbyes and within ten minutes the open-plan area beyond the boardroom was quiet. Only Betty remained, watering the potted plants that sat around.

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Wandering into my private office, I shut the door, inhaled the scent of polish that seeped from the wood-paneled walls, and glanced out of the huge window. The view of London was spectacular but came with a high price. Though what did it matter? I could afford it. Dare Go There was now international. With branches all over the UK, we were now setting up in France and Germany. Hard to believe ten years ago it was just me, running a small shop in Hoxton and sleeping in the back room.

My stomach gave a loud growl and I was reminded of my dinner appointment. I had to admit I was intrigued. Not by the products I was going to be learning about, but by The Geisha Plate. The food must be really special or, another thought came to me, perhaps it was full of celebrities. Either way, I hoped there would be something that took my fancy on the menu.

* * * * *

“Mr. Alan.”

I looked up from my iPhone as Rai, the Koni representative, walked toward me with an outstretched hand.

“So glad you could come,” he said and gave a wide smile.

“Thanks for asking me. I’m looking forward to hearing all about the latest technology you guys have come up with.”

We shared a brisk but firm shake.

“What do you think?” He gestured around the waiting area of the restaurant. One wall was made entirely of a glass tank. Floor-to-ceiling, fishy eyes stared out, their scaly bodies made up of a rainbow of colors. Some were striped, some polka-dotted, many had elaborate feathery fins and tails. The fish swam lazily in and around a huge slab of bright orange and pink coral, and skittered through a plume of bubbles that rose from a large oyster shell.

“It’s great,” I said.

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Rai gave a sharp little bow. He was of Japanese origin, shorter than me, with inky-black hair, brown eyes and skin the color of strong coffee. I was never quite sure what to do when he gave that small gesture so I bobbed my head and slipped my phone away.

“You have never been here before?” he asked, his arms rod-straight at his sides.

“No, never. But I am a great fan of Asian food so I am sure it will be lovely.” One side of his mouth tilted, balling his cheek slightly. “Oh yes, it is very lovely, a very satisfying meal.” He indicated for me to step forward, his movements sharp and brisk. He was the epitome of physical control and discipline. He once told me that he was a karate black belt. I wouldn’t have liked to get on the wrong side of him in a dark alley. Thoughts of Japanese mafia, the Yakuza, came to mind.

I moved toward the large gold-embroidered curtain Rai had indicated. A young Japanese lady in traditional dress reached toward it. She pulled a cord that gathered the curtain out of my way.

Avoiding eye contact, she cast her dark gaze downward, dipped her narrow shoulders and retreated in little shuffles.

“Thank you,” I said, stooping so I could duck around the curtain.

The room I entered was lit by overhead spotlights and nothing like a restaurant at all. In fact it could hardly be described as a room. It was more like a wide hotel corridor and instead of doors there were more heavy gold curtains on either side. But they were close together, no more than four or five feet between them.


Konnichiwa.
Mr. Alan. Rai.”

I turned at the sound of my name. A short waiter in a black tuxedo and with the same inky-black hair as Rai’s smiled at us.


Konnichiwa
,” Rai said, bowing stiffly. “Thank you for accommodating us tonight, Masaru.”

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The other man bowed too, though lower and for slightly longer than Rai. “Please follow this way,” he said, straightening. For a moment his gaze settled on me, as if he was assessing me, scrutinizing me. But before I could feel uncomfortable, he turned and walked briskly up the corridor.

I followed, stepping to the side twice to allow waiters to pass. One carried an enormous silver tray crammed with sushi and sashimi. Another rice wine and shot glasses.

But where are the diners?

I could hear the low hum of conversation and the mouth-watering scents filling the air told me they couldn’t be far away. Eventually, Masaru stopped at a thick curtain with a scarlet Japanese symbol embroidered on the front. Each curtain had one.

Numbers perhaps?

Rai and I stood next to him. My curiosity was growing by the second. Were the other diners all eating behind fabric screens?

A waiter flicked back a curtain just a few steps away from me. I couldn’t see what lay beyond but the sound of male voices was definitely louder. Yes. That was it. The other diners were eating in privacy, each table a booth screened off from everyone else.

That must be why the place was so hard to get into, and of course, celebrities would love it. Complete freedom from pestering fans and unscrupulous paparazzi.

“Your service master will be with you in just a moment. Please make yourselves comfortable. Have an enjoyable meal.” Masaru pulled back the curtain to our booth.

Whoa. Not what I expected.

And I didn’t mean the low, cushioned purple seats or the row of red candles that sat above a brass bell. Neither was it the papery walls nor the intricate, four-foot-tall pink blossom tree made of china. No, it was the naked woman lying on the table that had my heart stuttering and my breath catching in my throat.

“Please, sit,” Rai said, curling his palm toward the low seats.

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I couldn’t drag my gaze from the lovely sight before me. Smooth caramel flesh rising over small breasts topped with dark nipples. The barest hint of ribs and a flat belly indented with a shallow navel. Curved hips and delicate, doll-like limbs. Slotted between her toes and fingers were vibrant pink flowers, orchids.

Her face was heavily powdered to a milky white. The raven-black hair on her head spread like a silken fan, the hair on her pussy nonexistent, exposing two plump cushions of skin and a dark, tempting slit.

“Mr. Alan?” Rai said.

“Right, er, yes, of course.” I moved over to the beautiful young woman and took a seat on the low cushions. I had to stretch my legs out under the table, it was that or sit with my knees around my ears. She was now within a foot of me. I could have touched her, easily. I clasped my hands in my lap and willed them still. Temptation is a dangerous thing.

Rai sat on the other side of the table, his shorter stature instantly making him appear more at ease on the low seating. The slightly smug expression on his face also made me think he was enjoying my moment of surprise.

But of course—The Geisha Plate. The name did give an enormous clue as to what the exclusive restaurant was all about. Food served off Geisha girls.

My stomach tensed, my underarms prickled with warmth and blood rushed to my cock. I didn’t have a full-blown hard-on, but there were definite stirrings. And not surprisingly, because it had been a while since I’d seen a naked woman. Janice and I had split over a year ago and apart from a couple of one-night stands, I’d had to rely on my hand, usually late at night if I happened across one of those seedy TV channels.

So a delectable female lying supine before me, utterly naked, was having a more extreme effect on me than under normal circumstances—normal circumstances being when I was getting a regular supply of bedroom action. Something I’d never had to worry about since hitting my late teens. I was lucky, girls seemed to like my height, 9

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sharp features and easygoing nature. And if girls liked what they saw, I’d soon learned, they got naked, sweaty and dirty real quick.

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