"The landing's been delayed," Soryu said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "It's going to be another half hour until the the jet can land."
I nodded, even though he wasn't even looking at me. He'd been talking on the phone nonstop the entire time we were in the limo on the way to the airport and walking to the private gate to meet Mei Ling. This was the first opportunity that I'd had to talk to him.
I pulled my own phone out and opened up my photo gallery. I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous. I'd fucked plenty of men. I'd propositioned many of them out of the blue, not bothering to flirt or test the waters. Why was it so nerve wracking to make an offer to Soryu? Yes, he was extremely fucking hot and I'd lusted after him forever, but in the end he was just another guy. He put his cock in head first just like the rest of them. I shouldn't have sweaty palms and my heart should be racing because I was excited, not because I was anxious.
I resolutely pushed all of the negative feelings down before clearing my throat to get his attention. "So," I said. "I hear you're a closet perv."
"What?" he asked as he turned to look down at me with his usual scowl.
"Don't worry," I said, smiling up at him. "Your secret is safe with me. I'm a perv, too."
I held up my phone to show him the picture on the screen. In it, I was naked except for a rope tied in a pentagram breast harness around my tits.
His eyes flicked to the picture and away. "That isn't you," he said irritably.
Did he think I was lying? I took another look at the screen. In the picture I was looking down and my hair was covering most of my face. So, he didn't believe me. He must think I was making up being a perv and using someone else's picture to prove my claim. I swiped to the next picture and held it up for him to see.
"That's definitely me," I said. The picture showed me in the same harness, but in this one I was sitting on a man's lap. One of his hands was pinching my nipple and the other was playing with my pussy. I was staring at the camera, my face filled with lust.
Soryu frowned down at my phone. "Who's taking that picture?" he asked, his tone mildly demanding.
I raised my eyebrows and glanced at the screen. "My ex," I answered. 'Ex' was easier than saying, 'This guy that I used to fuck for a while until he started to want more and I had to cut him loose.'
"Then who's touching you?" he asked.
"Uhhh…" I studied the picture. The man's face was buried in my neck and you could only see a shock of black hair. "Either my ex's brother or his friend. They had similar haircuts… I think it's probably his brother, but there isn't a lot to go by in this picture."
I pulled the phone back to me to close the app and turn off the screen. "Anyway, I'm down to fuck anytime you are, if you're interested. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not afraid of a little perversion - or a lot."
When I glanced back up at him, I was caught in his dark gaze. He was staring into my eyes, searching for clues and adding them up. I suddenly realized that he'd never really looked at me before. Until now I'd always been just an employee, someone to tell to 'go here' and 'do that'.
My eyes were open and unguarded. I'd been trying to make a bit of a connection, to say, 'We have something in common. So, let's fuck.' and I'd let my mask drop. He was taking advantage of that, his eyes plumbing my soul in search of my secrets. He was trying to figure me out.
I turned away from him with a frown and stared across the waiting area, quickly putting my poker face back in place. When I looked back at him out of the corner of my eye, he was facing forward again and his eyes were back to scanning the empty seats. He wasn't going to give me an answer, which meant he wasn't interested. Which shouldn't come as a surprise. He wasn't always in the news and magazines like Eisuke, but he probably dated models and actresses just like his friend. He wasn't going to be interested in someone like me, nothing special in the looks department and a few dollars in the bank account.
I'd put myself out there and I'd been turned down. It was no big thing, it had happened many times before. It was more of a disappointment since I'd had a lust crush on Soryu for so long, but it was nothing that I couldn't shake off. 'And,' I reminded myself as a pretty woman in a tight airport uniform walked into the gate area and stepped behind the desk. 'I don't need his dick at all. There are plenty of people that I can fuck.'

Mei Ling was awesome. She was beautiful, wore a red cheongsam, and was definitely a Princess. There was just a certain air about her. You could look at her and tell that she was special. She'd been coddled and pampered and kept away from the real world for her entire life, but she wasn't stuck up at all. She was nice and cheerful and carefree and very much ready to have fun.
The first thing she asked for when she got off her private jet was to visit Harajuku. Soryu was surprisingly indulgent. He made a call and two of his men met us there. The three of them followed us around without interruption or complaint as Mei and I went from shop to shop. She was amazed and thrilled by almost everything that she saw, and she spent money like water. Once every few shops, one of the men would be sent to take her purchases back to the waiting limo. After the first block or so, I started to wonder if there would be room for us to ride back to the hotel or if we'd have to take a taxi.
Mei was also a fucking sex kitten. Her friendliness with me quickly morphed into flirting. When she met my eyes, her gaze was full of seduction and when she smiled, her lips spelled sex. And her hands were all over the place. Brushing my shoulders, flitting through my hair, resting on my hips, touching, touching, always touching… I was shocked by how forward she was, I mean it was like she had no sense of boundaries. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how she behaved in Hong Kong, or if she was acting so uninhibited because she was in Japan.
She was so pretty and every time she touched me or gave me a look full of promises a little zing of electricity would go through me. I wouldn't have turned her down on a normal day, but on a day when I wanted to forget that Soryu had rejected me, Mei's aggressive flirting was just what I needed. It was a great distraction and a wonderful reminder that I didn't need him. There were plenty of fish in the sea.
But I kept casting a glance over my shoulder, trying to check Soryu's reaction. I wanted some sort of hint that it would be okay for me to respond to her. Was I going to be in danger if I touched the Bell Cricket Princess? Or would I be in danger if I said no to the Bell Cricket Princess? But Soryu's face was as stoic as ever. If he noticed what Mei was doing, he didn't give the slightest indication. Let's face it. He didn't even give an indication that he'd noticed me looking at him.

After walking a few blocks, we ended up at a sidewalk cafe sitting on pink chairs and eating crepes. Well, Mei and I were eating crepes. Soryu and his two men had turned down such girly food. They sat frowning on the little pink chairs while Mei giggled and exclaimed over the clothes that people passing by were wearing.
"Oh, Sakiko, look over there!" she exclaimed in her cute Hong Kong accent and leaned over me to point down the street. As she did, she placed a hand on my thigh and edged her fingertips an inch or two under the hem of my dress. "Is that not a cute themed hotel? Let's stay there on one night!"
My cunt clenched as her fingers slid over my thigh and my hand automatically went to rest on top of hers. After a moment's hesitation, I squeezed her hand and stroked my thumb over her wrist. "Oh that looks so adorable," I agreed. "We should definitely see if we can get a room sometime."
'Like now,' my body said, as I felt a flush creep up into my cheeks. Mei gave me a bright smile and sat up, returning her hands to her crepe. I breathed a sigh of relief - I'd really been afraid of how far she might go in public - and glanced over at our bodyguards. They were all scanning the crowd around us and didn't appear to have noticed a thing. My legs were hidden by the table, but I couldn't help but wonder how oblivious these men actually were. It would make sense if guards were trained to be expressionless at all times, standing like statues and pretending like they couldn't hear anything.
"What are you looking for in a husband, Mei?" I asked, curious about her marriage meetings.
"Oh…" She looked up as if she were gathering together a list of traits, but then her shoulders slumped and her eyes fell. "I do not really want to get married. However, my father says that it is time. But, he has promised me that if I get married then he will get me a shop and I can design clothes and sell them out of the shop. I cannot work there, certainly, but people will be able to buy the clothes that I create."
I blinked at her, deciding to ask about designing clothes rather than the sadder topic of an unwanted marriage. "You design clothes? I didn't know that," I said with a smile. "I'd like to see some of your designs."
"I have some sketchbooks in my luggage. I will be sure to show them to you," Mei said and then gave me a big smile. "I am so happy to be here in Japan. In Hong Kong I must stay locked away at all times. Never can I walk on the sidewalk. When I go to shops there must be a big plan with security and the shops have to be closed to all other customers. Here in Japan, I can be just like a normal woman and really see the world. This is like a dream to me to be here."
"I'm so happy that you came," I said, smiling at her to mask the fact that I felt sorry for her. "Let's have a lot of fun together."

"Sakiko, you are like my first true friend," Mei said. We were lounging on a couch in the penthouse at the end of the evening. She was holding my hand and I felt happy and relaxed. "Always before I have known girls and women who look at me as a princess and want something from me. But you, I can see that you don't want anything from me. Only to have a fun time."
"You're right. This is like a vacation for me, too," I said, rubbing my fingers over hers. "Let's have as much fun as we can."
"Don't get too carried away," Soryu suddenly said. He'd barely spoken for hours and it was strange to hear his voice. "Don't forget there are marriage meetings to go to. That's the priority."
I looked at Mei and rolled my eyes. "We know, Soryu, but she won't be in meetings all day, will she?"
"Of course not. Feel free to make plans to tour Tokyo after the marriage meetings are finished each day. I'll email you a schedule," he said and stood up. "I'm going to go home."
"Home?" I asked. "I thought you lived in an apartment here in the penthouse."
"It only has one bedroom," Soryu replied.
"Then all three of us will live together, right? Can we all sleep in the same bed?!" Mei asked excitedly.
"I have my own home and I'll be staying there," Soryu answered with a grinding patience. "Sakiko, take care of Mei. We'll be leaving at nine-thirty tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Sir," I said, watching him walk to the front door before turning back to Mei. "He's always so serious."
"Do not worry about him. He has been like that since he was a child. But he is your boss and you must follow his directions. Take care of me right now," she said with a flirty smile and leaned in for a kiss.
I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her away from me and looked into her mischievous eyes. "Hold on. Your dad isn't going to want to kill me if we do this, is he?"
"Oh, no way, you silly girl," Mei said with a laugh and pulled my hand off her shoulder.
I leaned forward to meet her, touching my lips to the soft mouth that had been smiling at me all day. After hours of non-stop flirting and touching, my body had been filled with a low buzz of arousal for what seemed like forever. The long denied need roared to full strength as our tongues began a playful dance.
It was so nice to kiss and hold a woman, to rub my hand over the silk of her dress and into her long hair. It had been too long. Women were so much harder to pick up than men. It was rare that I could find one willing to hook up with me at a club. No, with women you usually had to woo them, set your sites on them and hunt them down carefully like prey, spring a trap here and shoot a bullet there until they were ready to lie down and open their bodies to you. It was a lot of work and essentially impossible while I was working at Tres Spades.
Our lips parted for a moment as we gasped for air and Mei let out a pretty little moan, high-pitched and feminine. "I love the sound of your moans," I breathed against her lips. "I'll make sure that our room is filled with them by the end of the night. I want to drown in a sea of them."
"Oh yes, please do," she said, slipping a hand beneath my dress to caress my thigh. "Let us both moan all night long."
Our lips met again, her tongue searching and sweetly demanding. Passion filled my head, pushing at the thoughts and worries that clouded my mind and I let them go with a contented sigh. I let Mei fill me instead, the scent of her skin, the taste of her tongue and the feel of her gentle fingers stroking over my inner thigh.
When her hand finally reached her goal and rubbed over my underwear, I broke off our kiss with a gasp even as my hips bucked towards her. "Let's go to the bedroom. Too many people come in here and there are definitely security guards watching us right now."
Her face lit up and her eyes skimmed the room with devilish delight before she looked back at me with a little pout. "Then I certainly want to do it out here. Let us show them our skin and our hot love."
Good God, I had met my match. Was this how the women that I had seduced had felt? Drawn in by a beautiful trap that dissolved boundaries and rules with the taste of honey? "I can't," I said, and her face fell into a pout. "I'm at work and this is my boss's home. I'm all up for having fun but I can't get fired."
"Let them fire you. I will take you back to Hong Kong with me," Mei said with a smile and started unfastening her cheongsam. "We will only do some things here, but I cannot resist putting on a show."
My heart pounded in my chest as she open her dress to the waist and then unhooked the front closure of her bra. Her breasts were small and perfect, her dark nipples already hard. She lay back on the couch with her usual carefree smile and said, "I want it rough. Bite and pinch me. Spank my titties."
I was frozen, my mind struggling to put together the situation. If we were in the bedroom, I wouldn't be hesitating… at least not much. I was worried about treating a Triad Princess roughly, but she was asking for it, she wanted it and maybe I wasn't even allowed to tell her no. 'Take care of Mei,' Soryu had said, but he couldn't have meant this. Could he? Even if it was okay, it definitely wasn't smart to do it out in the open, where anyone could walk in, where guards were watching us and probably security cameras, too.
Mei grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. "Now, Sakiko," she said and this time the order was clear. I reached up to roll her nipple between my thumb and finger, giving it a little pinch before letting go to lay a sharp slap on the side of her tit. My heart was pounding, my every move felt like an experiment. I kept expecting someone to come out and stop me, to ask what the fuck I thought I was doing, but nobody came.
"That's it. Give me more," Mei said, folding her arms behind her head with a contented moan. I bent and licked over her nipple, tasting her skin and feeling her hard nub against my tongue. The sensations reached for me, burning down a familiar path, holding me in a comforting embrace. Don't worry, just feel. Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, push forward into an erotic oblivion.
 I sucked Mei's nipple into my mouth and began nibbling on it, but she immediately demanded more. "Harder," she said. "Bite very hard. I'll let you know when it's enough." I followed directions and bit down hard, listening to her moans and cries to find that sweet spot near her pain threshold. She could take a lot of pain. Once I discovered what she wanted, I went about giving it to her, biting her nipples and the sweet curves of her tits, leaving teeth marks on her soft skin.
I did as she asked and spanked her boobs, slapping them again and again, the stinging sound swallowed up by the large room. Mei moaned and urged me on, her face flushed with ecstacy and her body shuddering with pleasure. She didn't ask me to stop until her breasts glowed a bright pink and she was gasping for breath.
"Enough," she said as she sat up to finish unfastening her cheongsam before she stood and let it fall to the floor. "Take me to the bed."
I glanced around at the room, wondering where the security cameras were, wondering how many people were watching her as she walked in nothing but high heels and a lacy white thong. "This way," I said, and led her down the hallway to the door opposite Olivia's personal salon.
Thankfully the door was unlocked. I was lucky that Olivia had once pointed out the doors to Soryu and Baba's apartments. Once inside, Mei immediately found the bedroom and called for me to follow her. Our bags were in there, my battered little suitcase and a large stack of fancy luggage for Mei. Staff must have already unpacked Mei's bags because she moved them aside as if they weighed nothing until she found the one she was looking for.
"Take off your clothes quickly," she said as she began spinning a combination lock on the bag. I did as she said. Though her voice was back to bright and happy, I knew that it could change to firm and demanding if I didn't do what she wanted.
I shivered a little, standing naked and waiting for her to open the bag. She was having trouble getting the combination right. The situation had me off balance, I couldn't quite find the role that I was supposed to be playing. Was I a friend having fun sex? Was I a servant who was being ordered to perform? What did Mei want and what were the consequences of doing as she asked or turning her down?
I rubbed my hands over my face and tried to get my thoughts in order. Whatever happened, I would deal with it. If Eisuke and Soryu were angry and asked me to leave the network, I doubted that they would fire me from the casino, too. So I wouldn't be jobless and Mei had said that her father didn't care. I didn't need to worry about consequences, I just needed to have fun. Like usual. So, the role didn't matter. I could play sub, I could play dom, I could go vanilla, I could do whatever she wanted me to do.
Mei had opened the lock and found what she was looking for. She walked over and handed me a big pink double dildo. I laughed as I held it in my hands, watching her kick off her shoes and take off her thong before climbing up and lying down in the middle of the huge bed.
"Come on, Sakiko," she said. "I want us to fuck each other all night."
I followed her onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs and bending to lick through the soft wet folds of her cunt. She tasted and felt so good, I could feel my own clit twitching as I flicked the tip of my tongue over her smooth swollen nub. She moaned and pushed herself up into my mouth, begging for more. When her legs began to shake I backed off and reached for the dildo.
"I've never used one of these like this before, the girls I've seduced were always too shy," I explained as I fucked the fake dick into her, starting with shallow strokes before getting increasingly deeper. I watched her face, the way her lips gasped and pursed, the way she closed her eyes as she focused on the feelings inside of her and writhed on the bed.
Soryu's bed. Fucking Mei on his bed felt like an act of defiance, a reminder that I didn't need him, he wasn't important, one fuck was just as good as the next.
Positioning myself above Mei, I lowered myself onto the other end of the sex toy, letting it push into me slowly. Once I was filled to the limit, the two of us began to move experimentally. I held Mei's eyes as I rolled my hips and moved on the dildo, watching her reaction as my own pleasure trembled through my veins.
"Oh fuck, yes. Right there," I moaned as the tip hit the sweet spot deep inside of me. Gasping and moaning, I rocked myself with tightly controlled motions so that the fake dick bumped that special place over and over again. I let my head fall back and howled my pleasure to the ceiling, my body shuddering as I felt my insides relax and open in preparation for an enormous orgasm.
He slipped out of my mind. A shadow standing behind me and watching me pinch my own nipples as I worked my body to its release. My cunt flexed around a silicone shaft instead of his cock and I collapsed onto Mei's soft breasts rather than his hard chest. She put her arms around me and said something, but I couldn't hear it. Blood was rushing in my ears and I was gasping for air as my body continued to quake.
By the time Mei climbed of the bed and went into the bathroom, I was returning to normal. She was as energetic and bubbly as usual. She popped her head out of the door and said, "There is a huge bathtub in here. I am going to run the water and light a lot of candles. We can take a bath together. I have some waterproof vibes."
She disappeared back into the other room and I pushed myself further up on the bed to bury my head in a pillow. The staff had changed the bedding in preparation for Mei's visit, of course, and it seemed like they must have put new pillows on the bed, too.
I couldn't find a hint of Soryu's scent.

"Oh my God! What have you guys done?" Olivia exclaimed with a laugh the next morning as she walked into the dining room.
Mei and I had almost finished eating breakfast. I looked up from the remains of my omurice and said, "Huh? I don't know what you're talking about" with a facetious grin.
Olivia laughed again. "If you could have seen Eisuke's face last night when one of the guards called him, it was so perfect! You really shocked him. I wish I had it on video. He did his best to cover it up, though." Her voice changed as she tried to mimic him. "First your cat's getting hair all over my furniture and now your friends are staining my couch with pussy juice. He's such a dork."
We all laughed and I said, "I promise you that we didn't get anything on your couch. Soryu's bed on the other hand…"
While Olivia and I giggled, Mei shrugged and said, "It is no problem. The maid can change the sheets."
I gave Olivia a pointed glance, it wasn't so long ago that she was one of the maids working in the hotel and changing nasty sheets. She groaned and said, "Let's change the subject. Mei, I want to know about your marriage meetings. Who are you meeting today? Have you seen their pictures? Anyone good looking?"
"I have not bothered to look at pictures or learn names," Mei said, waving her hand as if she could chase the subject away. "In the end I do not even know if I will be allowed to choose my husband. Perhaps my father will just choose the one who gives him the most benefit."
Just as Olivia and I were sharing a pained glance, Soryu walked into the room. My breath froze in my lungs as he looked at me for a moment with his sharp gaze before he turned to Mei and started talking to her in rapid-fire Cantonese. He definitely seemed angry and Mei was answering him back as good as she got. If anything, she sounded even more angry than he was. I cringed every time I heard my name fall out of one of their mouths surrounded by a language that I couldn't understand.
Finally, Soryu spun on his heel and left the room without a backward glance. I looked over at Mei nervously. "What did he say? He seems really mad and I've never even seen him like that before."
"Yes, yes," she said with a bored shrug. "He is angry at me for playing with you and he says that I cannot take you back to Hong Kong with me. He is already like a very old man and he is not even thirty. There is really no hope for him."
"He didn't say anything about firing me or removing me from Eisuke's network?" I asked, feeling my stomach clench as I waited for her answer.
"Oh no, of course not. He blames only me. You are like an innocent child," Mei said and then smirked. "But I told him that I would not stop playing with you. You can tell me no if you want to, am I right?"
"Yeah, you're right," I said and looked at Olivia. "Soryu is so weird. I even told him that I'm a perv yesterday and showed him a picture. Why would he act like I'm some sort of innocent victim?"
"I have no idea," Olivia said. "He can be really protective. But you showed him a pervy picture of you? I want to see it."
"You can't see it," I said with a laugh. "You are too innocent."
Olivia shook her head with a smile, "If you think I can date Eisuke Ichinomiya and be innocent at the same time, you're crazy."