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A Year Abroad [Lekhika and Anglemarr)

“Hurry up. Hurry up!” The urgency in Eiji Ito’s voice was new. Reina had never seen her father this flustered. It was rather odd, watching him rush back and forth like that. In his late forties, he did not look a day over thirty and five. But for the smattering of grey amid black on his neatly trimmed hairline, her father showed no signs of ageing. Today he had grown ten years older, in just a few hours. Their home was small, and Reina kept it as clean as could be. Her father was a stickler for discipline, and not a thing was out of place. Normally as serene as still waters, Eiji looked like someone had thrown a hundred bits of tiny gravel into it. “I don’t want to miss this opportunity! You know how much this means to us Reina.” He turned to his daughter. “We must make a grand first impression.”

This meant a scrutiny of his daughter of course. Reina knew what was coming and stood up from her seat from where she had been watching all this unfold. She was dressed and ready well in time. Crossing her arms loosely in front of her legs, “It will be alright, papa. Don’t worry about it.” She said softly. He nodded and brushed off some imaginary dust from her shoulders and took his time to admire his only child. Aika, his lovely wife had passed away soon after Reina was born. Eiji had dedicated his life since then, to raising the perfect child.

She was a vision to behold. Not too tall, the top of her head rose to his nose. Her hair was the colour of the night, sleek, smooth and coiled into a neat bun resting at the nape of her neck. He had bought her a short sleeved dress in the shade of cream, with the fabric sheer just above her collarbone. A thin belt cinched the dress around a slim waist, pulling it taut over her pert bosom. The layered skirt covered a full rear and skimmed her knees. She wore simple heels that clicked gently with each step. Her deep brown almond shaped eyes were bright, it was a rare occasion after all. A solitary pearl hung in the hollow at her décolleté from a thin chain of white gold. She wore earrings of pearls in teardrops and a matching pin tucked in stray strands of hair to a side neatly. She smiled, her lips small in her heart shaped face, like a ruby set in pale gold. Eiji nodded, pleased. “You would make your mama proud.” he said, and slowly led her out of their home.

“If I impress the board, and this new director that they are sending here, nothing like it.” He went on as they drove to Tanaka’s home. “I missed the chance to host this party myself.” He grit his teeth and looked to his daughter. Reina softly nodded, “Don’t worry, the whole board knows that you are far better than Tanaka-san. I’m sure this man will see it too. What is he like? Do you know?” She asked, the melodic lilt in her voice rose just a bit in curiosity. Eiji shrugged, “As you can expect an Englishman to be.” He pursed his lips. “We are here. Be at your best.” He said just as they exited the car and walked into their host’s home

Customary greetings and introductions followed and Reina walked into the hall. Tanaka had gone above and beyond to impress this unknown man. The place sparkled, lit by soft lights while soothing sounds of the water fountains littered around them filled the room. The who’s who of the company milled around, dressed in their finest with their families. Tanaka himself stood by the center of the low dinner table, the host’s seat. Beside him stood a pretty young woman, one that she had never seen before among those crowd. Her long hair lay loose beneath her knees, and she was dressed in a figure hugging black dress. Cut low at the chest and the hem, it left not much to imagination. She moved like a cat and hovered at the table, listening to Tanaka give his instructions. He sat her beside the seat of honour, the kamiza, surely meant for the new Director. Reina looked away, embarrassed at the display of blatant sexuality.

She was feeling fidgety. A red flush crept up her neck and dotted her cheeks to a light pink. Her fingers opened and closed in fists at her side. What was so special about this man? Yet she remained calm and ready to make sure that her father got what he wanted. After all, her entire life did depend on it.
 
Gaius had been in the country for only a few short weeks, maybe nearing two months. A shrewd businessman he had found the way the Japanese did business so surprisingly different to the Western world. He was used to the sly tricks, the posturing and cut throat behaviour to get ahead, but he had been completely surprised by... what? he hated to be considered a racist but... White Superiority. Gaius had excelled in his job, quickly finding himself rising from senior partner in the north of the island now to director, and all along the way he found the local women throwing themselves at him, often nudged in the right direction by fathers, husbands, eager to favour their boss so he would bestow honour upon them.

He expected no difference tonight as he stepped from the sleek black Mercedes, an unintentional slight to many locals, being in Japan and not driving a Japanese car, it sent a message, one Gaius was completely unaware of. Well over six foot, Gaius towered over the average Asian, though his height and skin colour were far from the only start differences. He was well muscled, stubble across his chin and hair slicked back. Gaius couldn't look less Asian if he tried and he cut a fine figure as he strode towards the door of the venue, dressed in a deep blue suit, thick, it oozed charm and privilege as much as Gaius himself did. He had just moved to the area and was eager to get stuck in.

A man named Tanaka was hosting this part, a get together for the board, Gaius himself and any potentials in the company and their families. The venue was traditional, with a hint of the modern about it and Gaius nodded in appreciation as he entered. He didn't cause a scene or announce his presence, but his sheer... personality and contrast made him stand out. He scanned the room, most of the people here men, company men or their wives, scanning the crowd he noted Tanaka and smiled to the man, grabbing a drink from a tray and making his way over.

As he went his eyes met those of every person he passed. He was a predator, understanding what it meant to hunt, it was part of the reason Gaius had moved to the Eastern market, his penchant for Asian girls and here... there were but two real options. The young woman standing near Tanaka, seeming to hover, and Reina. he gave her a smile, a cheeky wink, but no more, his attention now on the host.

Introductions were made, Gaius knew enough of the local culture to not make an embarrassment of himself and insult their culture, but it was clear his understanding was minimal. "Tanaka" he called, clapping the man on the shoulder, the host wincing a little at the blow. "You've outdone yourself, such a nice venue" But his eyes had moved to his daughter in the tight fitting dress "You have certainly outdone yourself."
 
The hall came alive with the arrival of the Mercedes. It stood out in the parking lot, like a beacon. The Director was here.

Reina did not know the man’s name. Curiosity saw her craning her neck over the folks beside her to catch a glimpse of him. Majestically he walked in. As if he owned the place, and everyone within. Her breath caught in her throat. She had to catch herself at the right time to not stare.

Starkly different from the men she was used to seeing around, the director stood a few whole feet taller than most present. She pursed her lips, clearly foreign in his ways, he weaved through the crowd that welcomed him like a king greeting his subjects. People nearly fell over themselves in trying to get an introduction. Just to shake his hand and catch his eye.

Reina had clear instructions from her father. She stayed put, a gracious smile upon her lips for any that she met. For him, no less. She did not blink, merely averting her eyes at the casual wink that he sent her way. How different! Men she knew weren’t as... blatant.

Speaking of blatant. Tanaka recovered from the startling slap of a compliment that landed on his back. Hardly shy of five feet, he looked like a hyena, in the presence of a lion. Tanaka beamed, “Thank you, Sir. Kind words indeed. I have organised a brilliant spread for dinner and a bit of entertainment too if you wish. We have ladies trained in traditional dancing that can perform for you after the meal, Sir.” He said as he looked around at his peers before initiating the meal while he took his seat as per custom. The jealousy was palpable as they all nodded and followed suit. Reina found herself seated two seats away from the Director. The man had turned his attention to the girl in black.

Tanaka was quick to make introductions, “This is my niece, Una.” The girl was quick to dip on cue, bending as her dress slid lower, almost as if on purpose. The purpose being, just to give the director a good view of her cleavage. “Pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Una cooed, coyly leaning towards him as if to explain the menu and the delicacies that were spread upon the table.

Needless to say, it was beautiful. Reina paused to admire the meal and give thanks for it. After all, they did eat first with their eyes. And tonight was a true feast. She glanced back to the director. God he was... something. Thankfully the distraction of Una practically throwing herself on him was enough to turn her away. She almost rolled her eyes at the overt display. “Tanaka has trained her well.” Said her father, in a hushed tone beside her, almost as if reading her mind. “You will go introduce yourself after dinner.” She blinked and looked at him incredulously.

But she knew that tone. Father meant business. “Yes papa.” She nodded, glancing surreptitiously at the director and the drama around him. What a mess.
 
It was hard not to notice Gaius' gaze lowering as Una bobbled a curtsey to the new white director, displaying what was quite clearly on offer to him... should he want it. "Your neice?" Gaius purred smiling at Tanaka, he had it wrong, even Gaius wasn't infallible. Who you sent as a... favour to ingratiate yourself to your boss was almost as important as how pretty they were and the whole ceremony was held in high regard and prestige as the whole ceremony around the exchange of business cards.

As the meal started he took his seat at the place of honour, the kamiza, he thought it was called, he had been to a dozen of these things and was still getting used to the finer points of Eastern etiquette. He smiled as Una took her seat next to him, Reina a few seats down, even to Gaius it was painfully aware the girls' male figure here (he wouldn't assume daughter again!) was desperate for her to meet Gaius. He was sure the pair of them would introduce themselves at some point after the meal, the competition would then begin in earnest, until then, this was Gaius' fun.

"I just love your food" Gaius purred in a quiet voice to Una, so only she could hear. He was full of comments like this, innocuous, almost innocent (at least that was the assumption) but always a slight against anything he didn't consider... Western was the best way to put it. The first meal was served, a starter to whet the appetite. It came with chopsticks, of course, but Gaius raised his hand "Can I get a spoon, some cutlery instead of these sticks?" He asked politely, but the thin smile showed his condescension "I never understood how such a great and glorious civilization of industry settled on sticks as their method of eating" He sighed to Una, though as he did so his eyes flicked over her shoulder to glance at Reina.

The whole "Deal" system was a curious one, some girls were eager, others saw it as their duty, lying like wet, dead fish, as Gook women tended to, accepting it and hoping that was enough to please Gaius into accepting their male figure for a promotion or a raise. Of course, as a man of taste and refinement, Gaius needed more than simply sex, he needed an experience, and right now, Una looked to be promising just that.

As they ate, his hand went to her waist, the seating positions close enough that he could do so inconspicuously as he made conversation around the table, keeping those nearby entertained with a story he had about his business trip to Thailand, a wobbly rickshaw and a ladyboy. He told it well, laughing intermittently with those that were listening, able to hold them with his deep voice, speaking nothing but English of course, a natural orator. But all the while his fingers traced along her waist, toying with Una as the meal continued.
 
It was all very beautiful. The customs and the aesthetic of the East. There was a calmness to the chatter, an elegance to the meal. Reina enjoyed every moment of it. It was like a complex musical progression. The delicacies began as a subtle tease to the taste buds and culminated in a crescendo of bold tastes, and all of it without the noisy clatter of dinnerware. The ambience only added to the party, Una withstanding. Whatever it was, Tanaka had done well and it felt great to be there.

It had been long since she had a good break. Reina had always been immersed in her studies. Eager to get an admission into a prestigious medical college, not a moment was spared in preparation. She looked up from her plate to watch the pantomime unfold. Although she knew it was a duty, expected of women like herself, it was somehow unnerving. Through sidelong glances she saw Tanaka’s niece debase herself by becoming some sort of a bartering chip. Her stomach began to churn despite the delicious meal.

The way in which the director eyed Una, sent a tremor through her veins. He was a hunter, eagerly toying with his prey and the girl took it upon herself willingly. Una edged closer to him, all the while laughing exaggeratedly at his anecdotes. Her eyes wide and awestruck, she all but climbed onto his lap, begging him to take her then and there. Reina sighed, turning her focus now to the man of the moment.

He was... something.

Charm oozed out of his every slight move, and frankly his tales were quite amusing. Yet it was the air of superiority around him that gnawed at her insides. Surely, he enjoyed the attention. Feeding off of it, his presence grew more bright, and he held court like he was born to do it. As he asked for cutlery, Reina’s eyebrows rose. While Una scurried and almost /fed/ him the meal from her own hands, Reina’s eyes met his glance. Her heart nearly came to a stop. And yet, his condescension did not go missed and she pursed her lips, merely offering a half smile in return. She turned back to the food. Why was everything dangerous, always attractive?

Una seemed to be enjoying the attention.Sidling up to him, she pressed herself closer to him, like some sort of animal in heat. Tanaka’s satisfied grin told many tales as the meal came to a close. It was time to mingle, before the dance performance that Tanaka had promised. Reina rose from her seat, and nodded at her father. Eiji was already on his feet and beside her in no time. He offered her his elbow and she held on to it as they made the short walk to where the Director was.

“Greetings, shitencho. I am Eiji Ito, Head of the department in Finance and Accounting. It’s a pleasure to meet you and quite gracious of Tanaka-San to organise this gathering.” her father was perfect in his etiquette as always. Surely it was not a business meeting, and it was much more casual than usual. Yet with that he bowed, in perfect height to his station and nudged Reina forward. “Allow me the honour of introducing and presenting to you, my daughter, Reina.” He stepped aside, leaving her face to face with the director.

Reina had been trained well, and yet. Something sparked within her, a small defiance, a tinge of curiosity. She dipped in a soft bow and rose, meeting the director’s eyes with a confident quirk of her lips. “It is quite an honour to meet you. Especially at a gathering like this.” she stood straight and tall, well as tall as she was. Barely at par with his shoulder, her swan like neck craned to hold the gaze. She bit down on her lower lip as her eyes gleamed, “Tanaka-San‘s hospitality will always be remembered. But perhaps, at the next meal that you share with us, you might allow me to teach you how to eat with chopsticks?” she canted her head to a side, innocently. “It is rather surprising that such an eminent person like yourself, finds it difficult to use a couple of... sticks.” She dipped in a bow once more, and looked back up at him. Her jab was just as light, perhaps a costly one at that, and yet, she had not been able to control herself.
 
He loved the way the small girl was nestled in his arm like a bouquet of flowers, a symbol of victory for all to see. The meal flowed around them, but Una only had eyes for him. Gaius, fair to hiss role as director handled the situation well, ensuring he kept Una leashed, his hand at her side ensuring she would always remember why she was here as the other guests were enthralled by his stories.

As the meal closed, Gaius gave Tanaka a slight, but noticeable nod of the head in appreciation of the fine meal, excellently prepared, with nothing Gaius disliked, the man had done his research. A quick glance down at Una, still displaying her prize eagerly, big slanted eyes looking up at Gaius almost adoringly... Yes, Tanaka had certainly done his research. The slight nod also seemed to indicate he had accepted his... customary bribe.

When Eiji spoke to him, slight anger flared in his mind, *shit what!?* he thought, before the linguistic part of his brain churned, overriding the impulse and understanding what he meant. Gaius smiled graciously "It is good to meet you" Gaius offered his hand to shake, but Eiji bowed instead, Gaius was still getting the hang of customs. But there was no time for small talk, as quickly as the man introduced himself, he had stepped back to make way for his daughter.

A daughter certainly outranked a niece... The girl was pretty, with lovely eyes, possibly a little older than Una, it was hard to tell with Asians so frequently. She was dressed in a much more conservative fashion, seemingly indicating her more innocent, sweet qualities, perhaps a virgin? Was Eiji attempting to bribe him with an inexperienced girl? It was a bold move. Strange how the offering of family members to a boss to curry favour had such intricate complexities as this, a refined meat market and cattle show with the elegance of a good dance performance.

"It is nice to meet you" He said softly to Reina, Una still hovering nearby, sensing the threat of another taking her position. "There will be another meal?" He asked innocent, offering her a wry smile. Perhaps she wouldn't be a wet, limp fish after all. She was bold, daring to imply Gaius had flaws. Obviously he did, but to do so was certainly risky. But he showed no anger, curiously examining her, her gamble had paid off, piquing his interest. He turned to Una "Why don't you go fetch us some drinks" he told her, turning back to Reina, towering over the small girl, her pale flesh compared to his white, the contrast only enhanced by his dark suit to her light dress. He noted the cute charm around her neck, the slight heel to her shoes, licked his lips slightly as he gained the measure of her. He was sure Tanaka and Eiji were somewhere close, desperate to see who might win. "Reina?" He asked again, a dominant growl to his voice "A pretty name"
 
For what felt like painfully long moments, she held her silence. Unaware that she was holding her breath. After all, she had not exactly made the sort of subservient introduction as expected of her. Neither was she hanging on to him, like Una, ready to jump at the slightest snap of his fingers. Clinging to him, she pouted, as if she had been swatted away like a fly. Something ugly reared at the bottom of Reina’s belly as she looked at the girl, scurrying away to obey his orders. Her eyes followed her briefly, she knew she could please him in ways Una couldn’t, if only she set her mind to it. Her eyes widened as she shook herself off the momentary daydream. Pink tinged her cheeks at the embarrassment of just the thought.

She avoided the hard stare of her father. She could feel it bore through her from the side. She had completely disregarded his training after all. And yet, she was confident, in herself and the nature of the Director that he was exhibiting. Somehow she knew that he needed his ‘prize’ to be more than just another showpiece. Eiji stood to a side, watching the exchange like an artist proudly displaying his wares. A meat market it was indeed, but what else was life really? The customary brown nosing in the social hierarchy there, valued the nature of the ‘gift’. Surely, the women were given insight into behaving pleasingly to the men they were presented to. Pleasing in more ways than one. And yet, the quality of the ‘gift’ mattered. Fresh she was, for it was the difference between gifting a brand new and shiny car to a beat down vehicle. Eiji would offer nothing but the best to make sure he moved on ahead in the company. His own virgin daughter.

She held the directors gaze for a while, even as he towered over her. His magnetism drawing her in for long and unnerving moments. She finally cleared her throat, softly nodding, “Of course, my father would be pleased to welcome you I am sure. For another meal in your honour. If you aren’t tired of gatherings such as this already, that is. Perhaps something different. There is more to us than just... this.” She smiled, taking just a slight step forward to bridge the gap in between them. Her hands still folded demurely in front of her person.

Small beads of sweat had formed beneath her nose. A pink tongue slipped out, mopping at her lips for a flicker of a moment. She was nervous too, and yet she craned her head, unable to look away from his face. “It means Queen.” She said, quite with the elegance of one. Her voice a soft tinkle of bells compared to his commanding baritone. “As for yours? It is powerful as a name. Are you like your namesake, Gaius Julius Caesar, shitencho? I dare say though that you need not fear the Brutuses here. We do not backstab.” She said, “and even he... favoured a beauty from a land much different than his own.” Her eyes fell to the floor briefly, she was no Cleopatra, if history was to be believed, but Reina was not without wiles and charms of her own. Little did she know that she was walking into the scariest of jungles, blindfolded. “So tell me, will you grant us the opportunity to treat you to our own hospitality, and grant me some time in your presence?”
 
She was pretty with a little colour in her cheeks, the blush bringing out the natural Asian beauty that was in her. She had certainly piqued his interest, but could she hold it? That was the true test here, many such... gifts were rarely one off affairs, often several encounters over the course of days, weeks as the senior partner deliberated and "considered" the outcome of whatever was at stake.

She explained her name, with an astute question as to the source of his. Gaius smiled wryly "My name certainly has its connotations" he teased, though his was more in line with an Emperor than a mere king or queen. She was intelligent enough, clearly well educated... Was that why she was here, angling for a job? Money? A little quid pro quo, it wasn't only the men who profited from these arrangements usually.

Her tongue was quick and her compliments were well thought out, but she was far too bold, already requesting he join them and that she be bestowed the honour of spending the night with him, or at least more time to persuade him. His eyebrow quipped up questioningly, curious as to her game plan here. He could see Una returning with a pair of drinks, her hips sashaying as she walked, a little extra emphasis just for him. "Perhaps Reina" He replied softly, lips twitching in a slight smirk. It was clear he was going to make her compete with Una when she got back.

And return she did, standing by Gaius' side, handing him the rum and coke, he took a sip, taking a moment to appreciate the burst of flavour, the lingering tang of the rum on his tongue, Tanaka had spared no expense on the drinks either. "Reina, perhaps you would like to sit with me during tonight's entertainment?" There was a flash, a sparkle in his soft blue eyes, Una would be indisposed with the entertainment, giving Reina some time to secure the invitation. He was letting both girls know they had made a fine first impression... But there was everything to play for.
 
Somehow, within the time she returned, Una’s already short dress had found a way to ride higher up her thighs. Her breasts had been pushed up higher, her neckline barely stopping at the start of pink areola. She offered the director his drink, graciously with a palm underneath the glass and beamed as he took his sip. Seeming to clearly enjoy it. He turned to Reina, asking her to sit beside him during the dance. Una’s brows furrowed just a bit and if looks could kill, Reina would be dead twice over. She had been uncontested in her race to the directors favour until then. And in came this girl with her witty conversation. Una flicked away her long black hair back behind her shoulder and pressed herself into the Director’s side. She wanted him to have no doubts that she was ready, and available, the moment he needed her. Unfortunately, the dance needed tending to. She sighed, her uncle would not be pleased if the girls weren’t ready in time and the entertainment didn’t go as planned. She tipped on her toes, boldly and yet coyly placing a kiss upon the directors cheek. “If you’ll excuse me, I will go see to the entertainment.” She smiled, dipping once more in a low bow, that this time, exposed all of her breasts in full glory to him. Rising back from it she stretched to her full form, slinking away like a panther on the prowl.

Silence filled the space for moments. Long moments. Reina had watched the entire ‘show’ aghast. Red flared up her cheeks at how Una had made her moves on the Director. Never one for such public displays, she pursed her lips. And yet she felt hot within, like she had learned a forbidden secret. For a moment, she wanted to be in Una’s skin. Freed and sensual like that. Reina cleared her throat, dainty fingers trailing down her slim neck as a soft lump passed downward. She turned to the director, stepping closer. Softly she smiled at the question, nodding as her eyes dropped to the ground. “It would be my honour.” She said, bracing herself to somehow be... seductive. Furtively she glanced at her father, a soft nod from him emboldened her and she placed a palm on the Directors elbow, sticking to his side as the usher came to lead them away to the entertainment area.

Her heart raced, it was important that he be impressed with her. She glanced at him, was he just about all the promises that Una gave him with her body? He looked far too sophisticated to be a man that merely wished for a body to use and abuse. He could have anybody, quite literally in that gathering. And yet he had asked her to sit beside him, despite her bold words. She looked ahead to where the dancers were readying themselves. Their hair piled up in traditional styles and their fine kimonos bright and rich. Reina smiled softly, slowly tipping up on her toes to whisper into the directors ears as the lights dimmed and soft music began to flow around them. “By their costumes, I think it must be a kyomai form of dance.The dance is not just about the movements, shitencho. Every dance tells a tale. Usually the stories are of love and valour, and sometimes more intriguing. I think I know this music. This song.” she paused, leaning into him as she listened, “It is about a parade in a kings court, a warriors parade where they compete for the post of his general.” She blinked. “How apt.” She whispered. “I..” she turned to look at him, craning her neck, he was so huge!

“Well I think you will like it. Please, do ask, if you want for anything to be more comfortable.” She smiled, dipping her head as she waited for him to sit. The seats were low, and they were rows of cushions with no rests for the back. Reina waited patiently as he chose his, to take the seat beside him. “I will explain the words of the song as best as I can.” She ran her palm gently down the fine fabric of his suit at his elbow, readying for the chance to show him how much she wanted this.
 
Una returned, clearly feeling the heat from Reina's attempts to sidle in, and decided to expose more of herself as a way to cool down. The room was certainly not warm enough to merit such a bold move. But the girl was sex incarnate tonight, her ample breasts prominently displayed, the faintest hint of darkened flesh of the nipple visible, the dress barely a scrap of fabric covering the middle of her body with the hem so high the slightest of breezes would display everything... Gaius was all for sexuality, and Una was promising to be a most pleasing partner... but there was more to it than that. She reached up to kiss his cheek, a gesture Gaius accepted graciously, the low bow removing any hint of secrecy or mystery the girl might have retained, he found it hard not to smirk in amusement as she slinked off. "She's certainly trying" Gaius mumbled, forgetting Reina was standing right there for a fraction of a second as Reina blushed once again.

Gaius readusted his shirt sleeves under his jacket, the faint hiss of cotton on cotton as he set himself to perfect again. Reina approached, placing her hand on his elbow to gather his attention and Gaius looked up, smiling, a western face full of charm and appreciation. He watched as the dancers prepared, all pretty girls wearing traditional dress, he mumbled again "I do love a girl with a sense of style" he purred "Possibly a qipao" He licked his lips, his personal thoughts clear, he had certainly fetishized their amalgamated culture in his mind. "Thank you for that information"

She had to crane up to speak to him, it was endearing, noting the size, age and race difference between them. He sat down, the seats low, Reina beside him. The seats were close, but not intimately so. She tenderly traced his arm, a subtle hint, far from the bold displays of Una, but Gaius was enjoying being prey, letting two predators with drastically different styles attempt to hunt him. But at the end of the day, he was the Alpha here, and he would choose his prey.

The dance began, a quiet over the audience as they performed, Gaius leaned towards Reina, allowing her to tell him what was going on, informing him of the plot and story the dancers portrayed with their graceful motions and elegant performance. But about half way through Gaius leaned a little more and whispered quietly so only she could hear. "I want you to go to the bathroom... Remove your panties... then come back and slip them into my jacket pocket" he instructed. Had he made his decision?
 
The grace was a sight to behold. They moved on high wooden platform heels, barely making a sound on the stage floor. When the line of dancers turned, it was as if they were floating. The lights were dim, giving their made up faces an almost ethereal glow. Reina sat transfixed, watching the performance intently as she translated the show to the director. The seats were placed apart one another, and yet she had inched hers closer to his. So that they could hear one another over the string instruments playing.

All through the show, she took a few calculated glances at the Director. Making sure he couldn’t see her, or so she hoped! It was such a stark difference between the East and the West that Reina found herself chewing down on her lip, he was attractive. Nearly twice as large as her, and perhaps twice as old? She did not know. Her mind raced in thoughts that made her pale cheeks darken. Thankful for the dim lights, she shook the mental images off. It was duty, and it was expected of her, but it was shameful how much she found herself enjoying the idea. Especially as she had fought it, all these years. Three seats down, Eiji sat in attendance of the programme. His eyes were always on his daughter. She met his gaze and turned away, oddly grateful for his ultimatum.

/Seduce the Director and get us his favour, or else I’m not paying for your education. You will be wedded off to the next bachelor that asks for your hand, left to his whims and forced to curry for favours for him instead./

Reina shuddered at the thought. Nervously she chewed at the inside of her cheeks. If she managed to wrangle an invitation from the Director tonight, her father would be pleased. Sighing, she focused on her job just then. Pleasant as it was, it was embarrassing. Her heart raced within her chest and a slow rumble of need had begun growing within her. The fire stoked by the absence of the explicitly sexual Una. She had edged closer, as the Director beckoned to whisper something into her ear. His breath felt warm in her ear as he made his ask.

Reina’s eyes widened in shock and she turned around to meet his gaze face to face. It was... shameful what he was asking her to do. And yet he had asked and she could not refuse. She should not refuse. Swallowing her dread, she slowly rose up on her knees, nodding at him with her eyes fixed to the ground. What made it even worse was that she knew that those panties would be faintly moist. Quietly she rose, unable to look at anyone on the way to the ladies room. She couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror. Her ears burned in the shame of it all. She locked herself in a stall and peeled down the simple cotton thong. It was white and rolled up in her palm, it looked very small. Silently she slid back into her seat, leaning closer as her shaking fingers felt around in the dark for the pocket of his jacket. Finding it, she slipped her panties inside.

Unable to speak a word, she sat still, leaning closer to him with her legs tucked underneath her. Painfully aware that she had no panties on and even more painfully aware that he had her where he wanted. Under his spell.
 
As she turned to leave, making her way through the thicket of seats towards the bathrooms. Gaius used the opportunity to enjoy the show, with no feminine distraction he could focus on the waterlike movement of the dance. He didn't understand the story, and with Reina gone he had no one to whisper plot in is ear, but he didn't need that, he could enjoy this simple Oriental piece for what it was, simple, yet beautiful.

Finally she returned, a quickening to her step as she approached, in the dim light he couldn't see her face blushing, burning with what? Shame, as she sat and tucked the thong into his pocket like a handkerchief, dainty little fingers placing it so precisely before leaning closer still. He didn't do anything, no, he sat there, letting her stew in the shame, the panging question that would gnaw at her innards, enjoying the show, right until the bitter end as the dancers finished and Gaius clapped in appreciation.

The lights came up, Tanaka and his niece taking the stage to thank their guests, bowing graciously, with grand overtures to Gaius, their Director, hoping to curry his favour one last time. Gaius however, had already made up his mind, and before Una and Tanaka could even rise from their bow, he was standing before Eiji, smirking like a cat that got the cream, the thin cotton of his daughter's panties peeping out from his jacket pocket prominently at the little Asian man's eye level.

"I have decided to accept your.... Gift" He told the man with a dominant smirk "I will take your daughter... for one week, then, we shall discuss terms" He bowed, only a half cock towards the man, to thank him for the present he was bestowing on Gaius, it brought his head close enough to his that he could whisper without anyone overhearing "I will take her, and stretch her out until she prefers strong, European meat to Asian rice, perhaps, I will let her phone you and you can listen to what a colonized Asian girl sounds like" He wanted the weight of Eiji's decision to weigh heavily on him as he considered what Gaius would do....

"Now, go and tell her, I must thank Tanaka for this event" He turned without another word, heading to Tanaka to make his brief thanks.
 
She sat there as if made of stone. A million doubts in her mind. Her eyes kept shifting towards her father, almost in a silent plea as if to turn back time. Her fingers squeezed one another, it was too late. Somewhere in the pits of her belly, anger reared it’s head like a nasty serpent. It was demeaning, it was utterly ridiculous, this culture that made them mere chattel at the hands of men. She stared straight ahead at the dance, the beauty of it lost in the weight of the Director’s sadistic silence.

The lights came up and she rose to her feet, clutching at her skirt, her knees pressed together as if the whole world now knew her dirty secret. Tentatively she smiled at those around her and joined in the smattering of applause for the entertainment. The director left her side and she blinked, dejection settling in at the bottom of her very self. Her legs felt heavy as she stepped away from the seating area, thoughts elsewhere as she pondered the repercussions of failing in this... Mission. Her father would be displeased, and her education would become a faraway dream. Any man that chose to wed her would hand her over to someone worse as yet another gift, at least the director was handsome. It was all looking far too bleak. Angrily she looked up to the stage where Una and Tanaka were taking their parting bows, expecting to find the director there with Una hanging onto his arm like a sick trophy. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she saw them alone. Eyes frantically searched for her father.

And there he was.

Nearly two heads taller, from the way he was addressing Eiji, she knew it couldn’t be good. Reina turned away to the table with the drinks, hurriedly grabbing whatever was on the tray to gulp it down. It burned down her throat and she coughed, unable to deal with all of this.

Meanwhile, Eiji’s eyes fell on the odd scrap of cloth that sat lodged in the directors chest pocket. His fists clenched to his side, at the downright rude comments, it was hard to control the anger. Some day he would show the Englishman. He had to bide his time though, and he nodded at the Director, dipping into a proper bow. Eiji knew he was going places, Reina was just... casualty. It was disgraceful but it was custom. “Thank you Director. I shall let her know.” He could not stand to be around him, and he hurried to find his daughter.

“Reina.”

Her father’s voice jolted her back to the present. She faced him and shook her head “I did everything you told me to. I did.. more than that.. but..”

“Shhh.” He raised his hand and pulled his daughter into a quick embrace. “All is not lost. The Director will take you with him. For a week. That’s all the time you have to please him. Do not let me down.” Was all he said. A man of few words, she knew it hurt her father to do this. But he was doing it for her. For her future. She blinked, nodding as she smoothed down the dress and watched as the Director finally made it to Tanaka and his niece. The look of anger in his face, and the disappointment in Una’s made her smirk, just a bit. What a fucked up world it was.

She waited then, as was expected of her, till the Director came to claim his gift.
 
Gaius took a few minutes to come over, he did his rounds, thanking everyone for coming, letting them know that he was the right man for the job with his actions, his stature, his words. But as people began to filter out, Reina was left almost alone before the tall white man approached her, smirking down at her like he was here to claim his prize... But he was, wasn't he? She had offered herself up to Gaius and he had taken her, he had won her whether she liked it or not. These Easterners were strange people, but he had grown to passionately enjoy this custom and the pleasures it entailed. A semi-long term relationship with a finite due date and the lingering, looming promise of power and expectation led to some wild and kinky scenarios that no real relationship could ever fulfill.

"Reina" he said softly, taking her hand and squeezing it gently, reminding her subtly of their stark differences. A week was a relatively short time for this bargain, though there was the potential of extending it. Just as with the Japanese art of trading business cards (which Gaius never understood), there were many intricacies and foibles. He had let Eiji know that he was considering his proposal, but that he either didn't have much confidence in the man... or her female relative he had offered like a bouquet of flowers. She was on thin ice and they hadn't even done anything yet.

"It seems you have won the gracious honour of my company" Such a smug, self-confident attitude. He tilted her chin up to look at him with the crook of his finger, his soft eyes levelly on hers. He had said some filthy things to Eiji, to rile the man up and know the price of his actions... It would be Reina that would be corrupted, broken, trained by his white hand however.

"Let us retire to my hotel suite" he said softly, leading her out into the crisp, cool night air, the light fluttering of the breeze around them, not enough to lift his jacket, but enough to swirl lightly under her dress, the edges fluttering in the wind.

His driver opened the door for them, letting them step in. The interior was dark, all leather with that fresh, clean well maintained smell that was so pleasant to those that cared. But she didn't get a chance to feel how comfortable the seat was, he guided her to his lap, letting the little Asian girl, barely out of her teens perch on his lap as they drove. "Now, I know exactly what you're expecting of me" he purred smugly with a wry smile. "But I'm curious what I should expect from you over the coming week." His hand was on her thigh, under her dress, casually resting there as he observed her slender features.
 
Every minute spent waiting for the Director was pure torture. It was as if her father could not stand to be around her anymore, after his exchange with him. Eiji was nowhere to be seen. And yet in her heart of hearts she knew he was standing somewhere in a corner, watching, making sure that his calculated move had taken effect. All the love and respect she had for her father, began to crash and tumble down like a shaky tower of mahjong tiles. He had used her. His own flesh and blood, in the name of a backward tradition. Her feet were rooted to the spot. Rigidly she held the hem of the highest layer of her pale dress, fingers fidgeting at the stitches. She turned around and picked up another filled glass of a drink she could not even name. At nineteen and with her father's upbringing, she had not been the sort to drink. Whatever it was, the burn of it down her throat lit the fire in her eyes.

For years she had known that it would come to this. Trained and taught to expect this when the right moment presented itself. Ever the obedient daughter, she had gone through the motions, of how to be pleasant and demure. Nothing. Absolutely nothing could prepare one for a moment like this. Faced with a test of all the ideals hammered into her, she had worn her cloak of false bravado and gained victory, in the form of the Director's acceptance of her father's gift. All for what? To stand there in complete fear of the unknown with no panties to boot. Just perfect. She grit her teeth, pushing down the anger she felt towards it, towards them. Although she couldn't really stew in it for long, for within a few moments, he was right there in front of her.

It was like facing a Solar Eclipse.

Gaius blocked out everything in front of her, giving the phrase /larger than life/ a new dimension. Her hand completely engulfed by his grip, she stared down at it for a few moments. Perhaps part of her had hoped that her earlier jab at him, and her rather conventional clothing, may have turned his gaze towards Una instead. But who was she kidding really, she had played the game too, and to win. Now that she had won, fear flashed in her eyes as he tipped her chin up to look at her. Swallowing her doubts, she pasted a smile onto her small lips. It did not help one bit that he looked as handsome as the devil, another phrase that he redefined.

With a gracious nod, she slipped into her role, painfully aware of her bare skin underneath her dress. Her grip on his arm tensed as the chill gusts of wind around them that teased her skirts, made sure that she didn't forget how willingly she had stooped to doing that for him. She inched closer to him, feeling the cold more than she normally would. Thank god for the drinks, for without them, she'd be dead of embarrassment.

His unique car standing out like a sore thumb in that lot, now took on a more menacing look. It was a large vehicle, Reina didn't even have to bend much to get into it. Barely had she set foot into it, she found herself gathered up onto his lap, as if she weighed nothing at all. She smoothed down her dress, turning to face him "Do you? Really?" she asked, her ears burning. His voice was brash in tone, as western as could be. The weight of his palm casually resting on her bare thigh, sent a shiver down her spine. She cleared her throat and summoned all her courage to return a smile just as cat-like. Surely he wouldn't see through it now, would he? Reina was demure, soft, with none of the overt sexual advances that western women made. She had gotten this far, maybe there was hope to a finer future after all. Slowly she raised her own hand, her small fingers tiptoed down the side of his cheek, past his neck and she finally pressed her palm to his chest underneath that smart suit. "What do you think it is that I expect of you?" she returned, questioning his assumption. "As to your curiosity, that lies in your hands, shitencho. Expect the unexpected, is that not how the saying goes? Rest assured, you will not be disappointed." Reina leaned into him as the vehicle moved, barely making a sound. "But first, will you indulge me in answering a simple question?" she licked her lips to keep the nerves at bay. "All men have one, some are long, some are small. The Pope never uses his, and a man gives it to his wife after getting married. What is yours?"
 
He felt her slide that little bit closer across his lap, the two intimately close like lovers on a first date, who had struck it off exceptionally well and were looking forward to a night of passion. No, they were not lovers on a first date, but everything else in the description fit so snugly, so perfectly. She felt so small in his lap, his own toy doll with that cat like smile. She didn't answer her question, turning it around and tossing it back to him, asking what he thought she expected... He felt a sneer growing and suppressed it, he disliked such reversals. But by the time she had told him to expect the unexpected, he was back to charming smiles, the hand on her thigh squeezing playfully as she asked her riddle.

Gaius readjusted his position, the slumbering mass of his cock, buried within his boxers pressed against her lightly, it was the obvious answer to the riddle, but the daring sparkle in her... what was he to her? Captor? Owner? Master? He would need a term... but that sparkle, showed his playful side, with a hint of danger as he answered "My last name is Vinius" he said softly. "And now I have my own riddle for you."

He licked his own lips, hand sliding a little high up her thigh, his other hand had slid up her back, caressing her gently as he reached her pretty hair, fingers slowly entwining in the dark strands until he had her captured. "What four-letter word begins with “f” and ends with “k,” and if you can’t get it you can always just use your hands?" His riddle was hardly as pertinent as her own, but it bore some semblance to their earlier discussion, a reminder that he was in control here and though he lived in this Eastern country, he was not a part of it as she was.

"I've always found Asian girls so pretty" He purred, leaning forward to plant a few teasing kisses on her neck, just under her ear, his breath light, hot, playful against her pale skin. Beneath her, something stirred, he had revealed to her one of his predilections, one she could possibly leverage if she were to please him and earn great honour for her family.

A gentle tug on her hair forced her to tilt her head away form him, giving him greater access to her body as he kissed, but before his playful kisses could go much further, the car stopped... They had arrived. "Perfect" he said promptly, as if closing a meeting, not interrupting fun, "I have a nice little outfit I would love to see you in"
 
Director.

That was what he was. Snapping his fingers and making his picks. Commanding, controlling, taking his pleasure in directing this twisted pantomime. All in the name of ‘Corporate Growth’. Miles away from his home, different as can be from the crowd around him, and yet he was in control. A fact that the squeeze of his heavy hand on her thigh, drilled into her as it sent shivers down her spine. Reina kept her smile intact when he shifted beneath her, making her very clearly aware of what he wanted. Even if it was slumbering for then, she knew it wouldn’t for long.

And that was up to her. All the things they had spoken about at home, how pleasing a girl must be, how alluring her actions should be, came rushing to her mind just then. It was so easy for girls like Una to turn on their sexuality as if by a switch. Even as she made a move to slip her hand around his neck, he gave her his answer. “Vinius.” She said softly, as if trying out the pronunciation on her Eastern tongue. Her voice was small, unlike the brash women of the west. Reina held on to the Director, even as his hands trapped her on his lap with gentle, unyielding grips on her thigh and her hair. Her eyes widened, as he asked her a riddle in return. Clearly reminding her of the conversation from before. A statement, a reminder, that he called the shots. It was then she really knew, that it was no more her game. With a silly question, he had put her in her place. “Or chopsticks, Vinius-San.” She said nonetheless, “But yes, it is a fork.” Reina knew she was out of her depth then, but it was too late wasn’t it?

If her mind was all kinds of confused, her body was clear in its reactions. She squirmed in his hands, his breath hot against her ears. Uncontrollably she mewled. There was no way one could prepare for this. The bare triangle in between her legs was starting to tingle, even as he confessed to his penchant for girls like her. Little porcelain dolls that he could play with as he pleased. Reina was every bit the typical Asian beauty, and he clearly wasn’t lying for the stirring beneath his trousers was very evidently pressing into her. She moaned softly, giving in to the kisses he was showering her with. Her cheeks were on fire, embarrassment ringing in her ears at the noises she made. He was strong, powerful and most of all... different. Her mind painted pictures of lust as she visualised herself melting in those large white hands.

And then it all came to a stop.

They had arrived at his hotel, and completely unperturbed, he plucked the disheveled little lotus flower off his lap and proceeded to exit towards his suite. As if he did this everyday. He probably did. Reina blinked, taking moments longer than he did to come to her senses. The walk to the suite was long, at least for her. Her steps were short, she almost ran at his side. Her heels clicking on the hallway floors rapidly to keep the pace with his long legs. He let her into his suite with a direction for an outfit that he wanted her to wear for him. That was never good.

Already lost of her panties, the soft cream dress, cut to a demure western style had felt safe. Nothing was safe anymore. Reina took a deep breath, when in the lions den, you shouldn’t be a rabbit. Neither should you be a lioness, but more a peacock to lead him into a trance and escape with your life. Her small eyes scanned the room quickly. Luxurious indeed, it was perhaps the most western hotel in this side of town. The place was done in tones of wood and white, the bed taking up centre stage. The en suite bath was nearly the same size of the bedroom, it’s barriers all glass that could fog up for privacy at the touch of a button. Comfortable seats were placed tastefully but clearly this wasn’t a room to sit down and talk. Despite all that, what drew her gaze was the sheer garment that hung from a nail straight ahead. Black with red ties at the sides it was surely meant to ape Eastern clothing. Only, it was as good as being naked.

Steadying herself, she walked up to it. She didn’t speak, she didn’t have to. With a smile in place, and a steady gaze fixed at his perfect face, she began to undress. Efficient she was, for despite the fact that her whole body burned, as she put on this little ‘show’ for him, she slipped out of the dress, letting it rustle in a useless cream heap upon the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it to a side gently with her heels. She moved towards the costume that he had chosen for her, even as she made quick work of her small strapless bra that joined the discarded dress. Naked as the day she was born, she picked up the black piece of lingerie? Was it?... and she slipped into it, the smooth fabric sliding down her skin. Her eyes remained upon him as she tied up the knots behind her, and those to her sides. As if they really mattered.

Reina’s form was no more a mystery.

She walked up to him, almost floating towards him. Her eyes alight in the dark, she came to a stop just inches away from him. Silhouetted in the sheer dark fabric, her breasts stretched against the ties, the outline of small dark nipples clearly visible. Her waist was probably as wide as his hand, a palms length perhaps, and just a bit more. Further down, her hips widened, pushing out her supple and smooth thighs through the slits in the costume. In between her legs, she was just as smooth, her slit barely visible as she stood there against the light. She smiled, slowly reaching for the lapels of his suit at his chest. As high as she could go without raising her hands comically. “A bath? Vinius-San? Shall I prepare one for you?”
 
The trip up to Gaius' room was as long for him as it was for her... Being only a short time in this country, this promotion was a new experience for him, as much as being in the lion's den was for Reina. Back home he was used to Western girls. He'd date, he'd meet a girl for drinks, he'd fuck, this innuendo, subtle dance the Easterners had with their ideals of morals and conservative values was alien... Especially when paired with how freely they handed off their young daughters, wives, nieces to an elder white man simply to curry favour. This land was strange, backwards in Gaius' opinion, but when situations like this, with a pretty girl on his lap, promising to serve him dutifully for a week arose, he didn't, couldn't complain.

His room was well furnished, modern, comfy. He had picked it himself, not trusting his secretary at the main office to select something to his taste. She was a pretty thing, big slanted eyes, but Western ideals were as alien to her using chopsticks was to the director himself.

Reina wasted no time making her way over to the seethrough outfit, made of dark, thin fabric that would only make a mockery of the word concealing. To her credit,o there was barely any hesitation as she stripped, and as she looked at him watching her, Gaius stood with a wry smile, cooly evaluating her body with that playful twinkle in his eye. He was a lion, proud and brutish and hungry. His gaze roamed over her as she changed, those deft, slender fingers so quickly working to tie the red knots to secure the thin fabric, still in her heels as she made her way back to him, Gaius had to admit, he really did like what he saw... Would Una have looked better? Possibly, she had that true "white man hunger" about her and Gaius had no doubts that she could satisfy him fully, but Reina intrigued him. Una would have her chance if Reina failed, Tanaka would see to that.

The tiny girl stood close, asking if he required a bath. Gaius simply gave a soft chuckle and with a hand around her waist, pulled her that little bit closer, closing the distance between them until their bodies pressed together, she would be able to feel his growing arousal against her stomach, where it would inevitably be buried before too long... "A bath would be wonderful" He purred quietly "I always enjoy being submerged in something warm and wet" A tacky, crass comment, it lacked any of the wit he had shown earlier, though it had not been a plot, Gaius could be charming.. He was clearly choosing not to be.

"That outfit suits you" he added, leaning down to plant a kiss lightly on her forehead, he had not forgotten the mewls of pleasure she had released as he had kissed her neck earlier "This week you'll be wearing plenty of exciting choices" he promised her, yet again reminding her that she was only "only" with him for a week.... she was on the back foot and she hadn't even started yet, her margin of victory over Una was certainly slim.

But he released her, letting her head off to the bathroom as he stripped away from her curious eyes. He would appear in the bathroom, with its exorbitantly large bath dressed in a silk robe, loosely tied with a shaky knot as plumes of steam filled the air.
 
A whole week.

Seven days of torment.

Perhaps, days after this... ordeal? adventure? transaction? whatever it was, she’d realise that it was that one moment which shook her to her very core. It was probably nothing, but just as he pulled her into him, and placed a kiss upon her forehead, she felt completely powerless. Just moments before, his haughty and boorish tone had stung. Yet, she stood there, his arousal pressing into her, knowing that it was imperative that she must please.

She looked up to his face, craning her neck. Gaius Vinius was the sort of man that wore ‘cocky’ very well. It angered her, it excited her, it made her weak in the knees. He towered over her, promising that this wouldn’t be the last outfit she wore that was a poor excuse for the term clothing. Reina shuddered, pushing away worrisome thoughts as to what could be worse than this!?

“Of course, Vinius-san.” She said with a shaky smile, “I am sure that you will enjoy the bath... and me.” Her insides were a twisted mess. This was all so fucked up. Little beads of sweat dotted underneath her nose. Reina slipped off her heels, and stepped into the lavish bathroom. The sunken tub dominated the space. The dark tones of marble and the lighting made the space almost ethereal.

Reina went about gathering the necessities for a relaxing soak. Fragrant little bottles of a variety of salts and bubbles were kept neatly in a basket. She picked up a mix that was meant to relax and titillate, and went on to prepare the water. Bathing in her part of the world, was a culture in itself. Many a western tourist would have tales to tell about their experiences in the public hot tubs, /onsen/. It was meant to relax, to provide a space for quiet introspection. This bath, would surely be something different.

Reina went about the motions efficiently. The water, a perfect temperature as it frothed pleasantly with the salts. White tendrils of steam swirled up into the air, and the glassy surfaces slowly steamed up. Readying the towels, and placing them within reach, she dimmed the bright lights that bounced off the mirrors. All in all, it was a soothing space that Gaius walked into, and how.

Panthers on the prowl could be put to shame at the casual way he walked in. His robe was lazily worn and cinched around his waist with a tie only in name. Her feet remained rooted to the spot for long moments as she stared. Una probably would have thrown herself at him, literally. Her tongue moistened her lips, and she smoothed down the sheer garment with shaky palms. Stepping ahead to meet him, her eyes traveled the length of his body. She reached for the knot, small fingers deftly pulled it undone. She had to tip on her toes, to reach for the lapels of the robe and push them off his shoulder. Her dark gaze roamed the expanse of white. Slowly. deliciously. Her heart raced, and her breath shortened. Her cheeks grew warm and she pressed herself onto him “Vinius-San...You... you are very... large.” Wow. How insightful.
 
As he stepped into the bathroom, steeped in steam, the fragrant scent of perfumes and salts that the little Asian girl had liberally used to infuse the water, he stopped and inhaled deeply, taking in the sight of the curling plumes as they lifted up from the tub to hang around the ceiling, then dissipating entirely. His eyes rested on her, the thin fabric of her outift hiding nothing from his bright, light eyes as she crossed over to him, undoing the knot with her nimble fingers.

The robe hit the floor with the lightest of sounds, leaving the white male bare, though he still stood with pride, no shame, the quiet smug smile upon his face. They stood close, indecently close and her words elicited a slight chuckle from his lips. Between them his half erect mass jutted from his groin, already impressively girthy and more than respectable, Gaius was indeed well hung.

"So I guess its true that Western tastes are much better than Asian chopsticks from that reaction" he teased, hand trailing down her arm to the small of her back, lightly tracing patterns through the thin material, etched onto her skin. Then his hand sunk lower, grabbing her by the firm ass, groping, pulling her cheek like he owned her. A light, playful spank later and he was stepping past her, apparently satisfied with teasing her at the moment.

He took the step, stepping into the warm water with a groan of satisfaction that mimicked the first entry into a warm, sweet cunt. He sunk, reclining in the over sized tub and letting the water steep around him. Turning he looked at Reina, the knowing, smug smile of knowing he had her in his grasp, even without this silly arrangement, he knew there was no way she'd leave now, she was in, curious, excited.

"I'm glad you kept that clean" he noted, nodding to her crotch, "I know most Asian girls like a little more hair down there..." he sighed "But I like my fingers to be able to glide across your body without any limitations" He gave her a wink and cocked his finger for her to come to him.
 
For a moment, the robe that slithered down from his body was welcome distraction. Reina was already embarrassed at her impulsive reaction to his body. That fine expanse of white skin. Tall and built like those Renaissance sculptures. Part of her was angry, with her father for subjecting her to this, her drunk mind already plotting revenge against his backward ideals for selfish gains. Another part of her was angry with her own self for the way her toes squirmed, the light flush of heat and colour that spread all over her body. Finally the last bit of her, that just wanted to lose herself and give in to those large hands of Gaius Vinius.

She scowled, his comment pricking her coy gaze as she looked towards the thick shaft, half awake in arousal. He was well endowed, extremely so. Not that she had anything to compare him to? But the public baths she had been to, gave her a clear frame of relativity with respect to size. Her belly fluttered with the realisation that this was going to hurt, in more ways than one. Somehow she also knew that she might end up welcoming it. She slowly nodded, if at all with the intent of pleasing him, with the truth no less. She looked up at him and smiled, biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes widened from the slits, to little dilated almonds.

“Oh!” She gasped in surprise, jumping as he grabbed at her ass with a smack at its round flesh. Her fingers were already travelling the length of his chest and hesitantly skirting around his erection. She was truly, mesmerised. Reina watched as he stepped into the tub, relaxed enough to sigh and groan in relief. She followed his steps, “I did that by choice, shitencho. I presumed that you might like it better that way.” She said softly. “The moment my father said it was going to be... someone like you... I started reading up on how the western views on things like this were.” She had slunk down to a soft rustle of the sheer robe.

Settling beside him leaning against the wall of the tub, she began to run her palms along his arms. Simply marvelling in the strength of it. The foam and bubbles were barely rising up to his chest and she rubbed the soapiness all over his chiseled chest, leaning over the tub onto him. Soon her fingers were replaced by her lips, and she began kissing the trails she had left, simply worshipping that perfect skin. Something stirred inside of her, a low rumble of an arousal that she could not control. Reina purred, “Would you like for me to join you?”
 
The idea that she had researched Western views, especially about something like that amused Gaius to no end, she had shaved off the very physical statement of her womanhood, merely to appease this white stranger. The smirk etched indelibly across his face showed what he thought of that. "Your father must really want this, if he has had you training for so long" There was that dangerous twinkle in his eye, pitting father against daughter as his hand rested on her thigh, lingering with intent.

He sank into the water, enjoying the scents with closed eyes as her hands worked his body, massaging any stress and worry he may have carried until it was but a distant dream, long forgotten. The scents did their work, her choice of infusions causing him to relax further, cock hardening in the aroma which seemed to stir something within him - that or he had underestimated Reina's sensuous touch, quite possibly so, as mere salts and scents couldn't do that to a man... could they? It was merely Eastern mysticism, an affectation of a cult to retain a modicum of power.

Then he felt her deft fingers being replaced, opening his eyes, lids heavy, he noticed her leaning over him, the thin fabric of her outfit hiding nothing, the swell of her breasts before him as she planted a trail of kisses along him like he was some kind of divine being. "I could get used to this" he teased, as if no other Asian girl had tried to buy her father's honour like this previously. Though at her comment of joining him, his hand slipped between her legs, the other across her chest as he lifted her up. The bath was large, big enough for four people to lie, or for two people to enjoy... a more athletic activity with no concerns about space, but he sat her down on his lap, the thin fabric of her dress absorbing the water, clinging to her skin longingly.

Her rump, so precariously perched upon his man hood as his hands slid down her waist, squeezing her by the hips, his large, white hands dwarfing her slender Asian body. "It seems fair you get to enjoy this bath you created" he allowed "More fair than your father gaining the reward of what you are doing here" he whispered longingly in her ear, as if on the precipice of orgasmic delights, his hand trailed lower, one holding her leg open as the other slipped between her thighs, across her bare cunt, barely protected by the tiny slip, "Though I'm sure you are enjoying this... aren't you?" It wasn't a question, he remembered her moans, the excitement she had shown. He would have her worshipping white by the end of the night, the rest of the week would embed it so deep in her psyche, she'd never see an asian man as a viable mate ever again, her panties ruined whenever a white man smiled at her.
 
Ever since she had readied herself for this ritual, this transaction, Reina had steeled her mind for what it might bring. A few nights of torment, for a lifetime of purpose. It was natural to shut out, block memories of veiled threats and blatant rebukes. Eiji Ito, for all his perfect dedication in raising his only child, had failed gravely in her eyes years ago when he explained the ‘arrangement’. A twisted culture of trading gifts for favours. Conditioning her to a mental state of blank acceptance, he had gone so far as to show her videos and make her read books, obscene education that would make her useful to him. All of this under a blanket of love. The hatred she felt for him had been buried deep, and whenever it reared it’s ugly head, the young girl had managed to extinguish those flames that threatened her security. It had brought her to this very moment.

In that lavish bathroom, the presence of everything else was dwarfed by the director himself. Reina had found herself fascinated by him. Everything about him. It was perhaps just because she was dutiful, that this happened with /him/. She knew girls that were far less fortunate. It had been easy to slip into the role of the perfect gift, one that was meant to serve his every need for as long as he wished. The heady mists of ylang ylang and just everything about his masculine body, had her weak in the knees. The spell was broken when he spoke, reminding her of everything that she despised. Every horrendous memory, making her realise how much they were debasing themselves, just to appease this white man. She loathed her father, with all her heart just then. She breathed in, deep, “It only goes to show you how well he plans things, Vinius-San, he is quite the capable man.” she said, biting it all down. She couldn’t let him down. “I have never been in the presence of any man like this. He wouldn’t let me.”

Her words caught in her throat as he lifted her with barely any effort, placing her on his lap so easily. Her grip on his arms tightened as she clung on to him, almost like how the sheer excuse for a robe was sticking to her body. It was an inexplicable reaction. Reina, who had never really been with another man, found herself more than eager. Shaking like a leaf, in delicious fear and excitement, she gasped as his erection pressed into her backside. She shook her head as the words barely made sense when clinging on to him like that. “Not fair. Not fair at all. But this time here, is meant for me to show you how happy I can make you. Please let me.” She said in barely a whisper. Ready to spin around and kiss and caress every inch of his body within her reach, she squirmed on his lap.

She rushed to cover her mouth with a dainty palm as she let out a sudden squeal. His long finger had just barely brushed against her slit. With just one hand he held her legs apart, and she turned around to look up into his face with eyes so wide. She nodded slowly, “Yes.” Of course she was enjoying every moment of it. Each nerve in her body ready to dance to a snap of his white fingers. Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, the sheer fabric stuck to taut nipples as if painted on them. Her little hands slid behind her, in between them in the water. Boldly seeking his massive shaft, her fingers wrapped around its thickness, and she gasped at its sheer size. Shifting and pushing back into him, she brought around her other hand to join the teasing. With soft moans of approval, she began to stroke at it with both her hands as the soothing jets of water added to the sensual massage. “You said you like Asian women.” She whispered against his chest, “What else do you like, Vinius-San?” She crawled closer and higher up his body, all the while stroking his manhood, fervently she said, “I’ll do anything... just tell me what you want.”
 
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That playful smile never left his face as she extolled the virtues of her father, attempting to persuade this director that he was indeed worthy of any honour he bestowed upon him in return for her body and her time. She shook like a leaf between his fingers and his own breath hitched silently in his throat as he felt her pert ass pressing against his erection. This was a tender, passionate moment for the pair of them, instilled with excitement and arousal, Gaius was hungry for more.

The dainty squeal that left her lips as he caressed her clit was as sweet as the finest German opera. He gave a soft groan as her little fingers grasped his thick girth and began to slowly stroke it, the foreskin peeling back to reveal the monstrous head, though submerged in the water, hidden by the coiling steam from the almost too hot water. He chuckled at her question. "What else do I like?" he purred lazily, enjoying the feeling of having her close, wrapping around him as she stroked his shaft. "What else do I like..." He repeated before finally answering. "I like taking a little girl... And making her squeal on my cock like its the first time she's ever had pleasure" he whispered seductively in her ear, his fingers digging into her fine rump.

But the man wasn't done. "I like bending a girl over, my fingers wrapped in her hair, and with every thrust reminding her of who she belongs to" He released her ass, giving it a playful spank that sent her jutting forward to press against him even harder, where his hand assaulted her again, snaking up her back until he reached those dark locks and tugging, firmly, but not aggressively and forcing her head to tilt back "I like dressing up pretty things and showing them what they're missing in life" He had all but spelt out her fate, and yet somehow, it was only a hint at what she was in store for.

The Western man that held her life in his hands had finally had enough of these teasing little games. "Why don't we see if those lips of yours are worth keeping around for more than just riddles" he urged, releasing her hand for forcing her to slip down deeper into the water as he reached back and leaned against the side of the tub, laying before her in all his glistening, soaking glory, almost twice her age, but white, powerful, dominant, she was like a seed to the great oak, and her wildest imaginations, her most fevered wet dreams, would have nothing on what she would experience tonight, the taste that would have her addicted for life.
 
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