Panties for Sale (22 page)

“Damn,” Martial gasped when he had caught his breath.
 
“Yes, maam.
 
You are one sexy woman.
 
I am
definitely going to have Angela send you again.
 
So tight.”
 
He slapped her ass as
he let her go.
 
“Now you can go,” he
laughed. “Now you can go.”
 
Chuckling, he
sauntered into the bathroom.

Alex slowly crawled to the edge of the bed.
 
She picked up her clothes as she walked into
the sitting room, dressing slowly.
 
At
least, I don’t have to ask for money, she thought as she closed the hotel door
behind her.

Chieko stepped out of the elevator, darted across the hall
and ducked into the stairwell.
 
She
dropped her large shopping bag on the cold concrete floor, unbuttoned her long
dress and let it drop to the floor as she kicked her sandals off.
 
“Damé!” she wrestled a pair of black
knee-high stiletto boots out from her bag.
 
She carefully squeezed her feet into the tight fitting boots and then
bent down to zip up each one.
 
“Ok, Ok, I
can do this.” She stood up, pulled down her short black leather mini skirt
and
 
adjusted her chest in her new very
tight black bustier.
 
“Baka!” she bent
down, balancing precariously in her stilettos to rummage around in the bottom
of her bag.
 
Finally, triumphantly, she
pulled out her short black flogger.
 

The heavily pierced sales girl had decided it would be the
best choice for Chieko.
 
It was short and
flexible.
 
A nice easy size.
 
Good for beginners.
 
And Chieko didn’t want to argue.
 
“No one uses real whips any more, man” the
sales girl had explained to Chieko and Alex. “Too dangerous.
 
You know, the assholes out there these days.
 
They don’t just whip the air.
 
Then you get all these businessmen with
serious welts on their ass who can’t sit down in their office,” she laughed,
“or explain why.
 
No, seriously,” she
held the black toy up by the long strips of plastic,” they are the best.
 
We sell tons.”
 
She stroked the handle and smiled at Chieko
as she flicked her tongue ring against her teeth.

Chieko giggled as she flicked the flogger in the quiet
stairway a few times.
 
“Aii yi!” she
shouted as she whipped the wall.
 
Then
she whipped her boots.
 
The salesgirl was
right.
 
It didn’t hurt.
 
She whipped it around her waist.
 
“Ohma!” she gasped as it hit her bare back.
Ok, maybe it hurt a bit.
 
Like being
flicked with a wet towel.
 
Chieko stuffed
the flogger down the middle of her bustier and peeked out of the stair way
door.
 

No one was in sight so Chieko quickly ran down the hall
towards room 582.
 
There was a large
mirror hanging on the wall just before the hotel room so she stopped and
re-adjusted her bustier, trying to create as much cleavage as possible.
 
She patted down her hair and nervously
applied one more coat of bright red lipstick.
 
“What am I doing?” she asked her reflection. “Can I really do this?”

It had sounded like a good idea when she and Alex had
devised the plan.
 
And it had been too
funny shopping for the outfit.
 
The sex
shop Alex had taken her too was unbelievable.
 
Chieko had no idea how Alex even knew how to find it.
 
It was so different from the easy to
recognize, neon lit shops in Japan.
 
The ones with pink sex toys, cute costumes,
phallic shaped candy and girl’s panties in the window.
 

No, this store was very different.
 
It didn’t even have a name.
 
The outside was painted black.
 
You had to ring a doorbell just to be allowed
to enter.
 
Inside was even more, um,
different.
 
There were rows of black
leather suits and dog collars.
 
Whips,
masks and hand cuffs hanging from the walls behind stacks of dildos, perfumed
oils and various sizes of chains.
 
One
whole room was dedicated entirely to videos.
 
Chieko had been shocked, no, terrified, just looking at the covers,
especially of the XXXX videos.
 
One DVD
showed a woman in a dark room with 20 naked men.
 
Another of a woman pleasuring a horse.
 
How was that even possible?
 
And why?
 

There were so many other things that Chieko didn’t even
begin to understand.
 
Like the machine on
the wall with hooks, clamped handcuffs and a leather mask.
 
The gothic salesgirl had tried to convince
Chieko that a man actually enjoys being tied up on the wall masked and then
whipped.

Chieko still didn’t know if she believed that the pleasure
wall in the back was real.
 
At first, she
had thought maybe it was a weird modern art wall.
 
“No, man,” the sales girl pulled Chieko away
when she tried to touch the painted wall filled with small holes.
  
“I wouldn’t do that. We rent it out.
 
Great for parties.”
 
Chieko must have looked confused because the
salesgirl laughed before she explained.
 
“You see, the room is kinda dark, just with a blue light.
 
And people stick their tongues or fingers, or
whatever through the holes.
 
Yeah, it
gets guys off, you know, if no one can see who is kissing or licking, you know,
whatever.”

But now, that Chieko was actually here, all dressed up,
just outside Mr. Nimbin’s hotel room, she wasn’t sure.
 
What if he screamed?
 
Alex had said he might.
 
Chieko tried to calm herself. She had spent a
lot of money on this.
 
And if Mr. Nimbin
didn’t like it; so what.
 
It would be
good practice.
 
She could use the outfit
again.
 
Mr. Roberts might really like
it.
 
She did look totally hot.
 
Chieko smiled at herself in the mirror.
 
She liked her new hair cut too.
 
It worked with this outfit.
 
Long straight hair with square bangs and a
dog collar around her neck.
 
She looked
strong. Almost like an action hero. “Ok, I can do this.
 
I can be strong.”
 

She knocked loudly and the door of 5712 and then slid out
of sight.
 
As the door slowly opened,
Chieko took a deep breath in and then kicked it in hard with her boot.
  
“Oh!
 
Who are you?
 
What do you
want?”
 
Mr. Nimbin ran back into the
room, cowering behind the curtains.

Chieko dropped her bag and kicked the door shut.
 
She flicked her flogger confidently as she
walked slowly into the room.
 
“I am
Abby,” Chieko used her code name, “You hired me.”

“I did?
 
From
Angela?”
 
Mr. Nimbin peered from behind
the curtains.
 
“But, you are not, I mean,
not what I asked for.
 
Angela said you
were quiet, small. ”

“Stop,” Chieko flicked her flogger against the wall.
 
“Stop talking,
 
listen to me.”
 
In her boots, Chieko noticed that she towered
over Mr. Nimbin.
 
She reached out and
yanked the curtains open.
 
Mr. Nimbin
looked frantic, his eyes glancing wildly around the room, but he didn’t
move.
 
“I can make this easy, or I can
make this difficult,” she traced the side of his face with the blunt end of her
fogger.
 
“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”
 
Chieko could
almost smell Mr. Nimbin’s fear and it sent a thrill up her spine.

“Pay me first, and then we can start.”

“Yes, of course.” Mr. Nimbin scurried over to the TV to
grab a white envelope.
 
Chieko turned around
to face him as he offered it to her.
 

“Open it.”

“But it is for you.”

Chieko flicked her flogger against the drapes.
 
“Don’t’ speak. Open it.”

Mr. Nimbin opened the envelope and handed it to her.

“Count it.”

“It is $400.
 
That’s
what I put in.”

“Oh, so you don’t tip me?
 
I am not worth a tip?”

“Oh no, I don’t, um, I’m not sure.”

Chieko flicked the flogger in the air, close to Mr.
Nimbin’s body making him jump.
 
“Don’t
you know you must tip a girl?
 
It is only
polite.”

“Yes, yes of course.”
 
Mr. Nimbin rummaged through his suit jacket that was hung up in the
closet.

“Here you are,” Mr. Nimbin held out a twenty dollar bill.

“Is that it?
 
Kechi
oyaji! (cheap old man)” Chieko whipped the flogger against the bedside
table.
 
“You are making me angry.”
 
She grabbed the money and stuffed it down her
bustier, glaring at Mr. Nimbin.

“Oh no, please don’t be angry, I can….”

Chieko whipped the flogger in the air dangerously close to
his leg.
 
“Don’t talk.
 
Take your clothes off, now.”

Mr. Nimbin ran over to the closet and started to take off
his clothing, carefully hanging up each article as he removed it.
 
At first Chieko stood and watched him in
amazement.
 
She had never seen a grown
man be so neat, so conscientious.
 
Alex
was right.
 
It was odd.

“Damé! No!” Mr. Nimbin shrieked and jumped as Chieko hit
him on the bare legs with the flogger.
 
Chieko grabbed his shirt and yanked it off the hanger, throwing it
across the room. “Your turn. Your pants. Throw them.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask, just do it!”
 
Chieko held the flogger up threateningly.

“But, my mother, the crease,” Mr. Nimbin mumbled as he slid
the pants off the hanger and carefully dropped them on the floor.
 
Chieko bit her lip to stop her from laughing
out loud.

“Come here,” Chieko walked to the middle of the room.
 

Mr. Nimbin followed Chieko and stood before her, crossing
his arms awkwardly over his naked body.

“I said everything off,” she reached forward and yanked his
boxers down.
 
“Ohma!
 
Impressive.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you are a strong man.
 
I like strong man.”

Mr. Nimbin smiled up at Chieko.
 
Chieko’s stomach dropped and she took a step
back.
 
Here was an older man, standing in
front of her, completely naked, except for short black socks.
 
With his short skinny body, with his balding
head, sunken chest, saggy skin and his gray hair, he looked so old.
 
And scared.
 
He had wild deer eyes.
 
Like her
own eyes on her appointment with Mr. Forrester.
 
He could be my grandfather, Chieko shuddered.
 
She looked down at his big red hard on.
 
What the hell am I doing?
 
She whipped the curtains and walked over to
the side of the bed, flogging the pillows to hide her face.

When she regained her composure, Chieko turned back
around.
 
Mr. Nimbin was standing at the
foot of the bed watching her.
 
“Come over
here.”
 
Following the plan, Chieko put
one boot on the side of the bed and pulled up her skirt.
 
“Touch me. Now.”

Mr. Nimbin reached out his hands and touched the inside of
Chieko’s thigh.
 
Chieko closed her eyes
and shivered at his touch.
 
He was still
a man, after all.
 
No matter how old he
was. “Do you know how to really pleasure a woman?”

Mr. Nimbin nodded.
 

“Do it. Now.”
 
Chieko
closed her eyes as she felt Mr. Nimbin trace his finger along the inside of her
thigh.
 
She bit her tongue to stop
herself from moaning aloud and dropped the flogger onto the bed.
 
“No, with your mouth.
 
Use your tongue.”

“No.”

Chieko opened her eyes and glared at him. “What?
 
Are you talking?
 
You don’t talk.”

“I don’t think so,” Mr. Nimbin slowly raised his arm.
 
His hand was clasped tight around the
flogger. “I think it’s my turn.”
 
He hit
the bed with the flogger.
 
“A most
interesting item.
 
And useful, I can
see.
 
Let’s see what it can do for me.”

Chieko’s heart sank as Mr. Nimbin lay down on the bed and
smiled up at her.
 
“Come here.”