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Foreign Affair, Part Three
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
FOREIGN AFFAIR ( Part Three)
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
The next thing Amanda knew, the room was filled with
sunlight from the overhead skylight. It was morning. She
looked to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty.
"What time is it?" Amanda asked herself as she jumped
up and looked for a clock. "How could I have spent the night?
At least on the bright side, her husband never came home."
Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly at the base
of the bed, Amanda began to quickly dress. A chime from
across the room drew her attention from to a small clock on a
dresser.
"Nine O'clock!" She exclaimed. "The final meeting is
scheduled for ten. I have to get out of here."
Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying a tray with
tea and a collection of small breakfast pastries. She was
wearing a dark blue robe that was loose enough to give a
splendid view of her small breasts.
"Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?" She asked as she placed
the tray on a small table.
"I'm sorry, but I have to run." Amanda replied as she
pulled on her shoes. "I hope you understand enough to know
how incredibly special last night was. I'd stay if I could,
but I
have to try and save what little is left of my career."
With that she jumped up and started to head for the
door. She paused just long enough to kiss Mariko good-bye.
"I really do want to thank you again." She said before
reluctantly turning to leave.
"Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman said just
before Amanda disappeared out the door.
By the time Amanda made it back to her room,
showered and then changed, it was ten to ten. She arrived at
the conference room only a few minutes before the meeting was
called to order.
"Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the breakfast
meeting this morning." Jim O'Rourke whispered to her as she
sat down next to him. "I told him that you were ill but would
be
at this meeting in time. I was beginning to worry that you
wouldn't"
"Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it." She whispered
back.
Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at the
corporation. Most of the men, and not a few of the women had
taken a long step away from her last year when she had gone
public with her lesbianism. Jim had stood fast, telling her
that it
was no ones business who she shared her bed with.
The meeting progressed quickly. Every once and a
while, Wilson would send an angry glance in her direction.
Finally, Mr. Hitanuma took the podium and all eyes fell on him.
As his speech progressed, it became obvious that the
trade deal had fallen through. Amanda could feel the other
members of the delegation moving away from her in spirit if not
in fact. They all knew where the ax would fall.
"I think that maybe you'd better distance yourself as
well, Jim." She whispered to her friend. "I'd hate to take you
down with me."
"Sorry love," Came the reply. "I don't work like that."
Amanda smiled. If she could have ever been interested
in a man, Jim would've been a perfect choice. He was definitely
good people.
The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson made a
beeline for Amanda. The look on his face told it all. He'd do
whatever he had to do in order to salvage his career, no matter
what the cost to hers.
"We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San Francisco." He
said coldly. "See if you can try and be on time for that at
least."
With that he stormed out the door, followed by all her
associates except Jim. None of them would even make eye
contact.
"I guess that's it then, so much for the short great career
of Amanda McIntyre."
Jim muttered some words of encouragement and started
to head for the door. Amanda was about to follow when a
familiar figure in the far right of the room caught her
attention.
Her face turned pale as she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko
Hitanuma. Had she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife? Had
she wrecked the negotiations after all?
"Jim," She said as she pulled him back into the room.
"Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? Is that his wife?"
Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across the room and
shook his head.
"Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious wife get
within a half mile of a business meeting. No Japanese husband
would. " Jim replied. "That's Mariko Takeshita!" He added as
if Amanda should know the name.
"Who?" She said hesitantly.
"Takeshita," He repeated. "You really have to pay
more attention to the briefings, and not just those about
corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is the daughter of Kiyoshi
Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi Industries. "
"Oh shit!" Amanda said to herself. "I didn't fuck the
boss's wife, I fucked his daughter!"
An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone in her room
packing. In her mind she was reviewing her options. There
didn't seem to be many.
"Too bad I'm not Japanese." Amanda said to herself.
"They have an old tradition here of seppuku - ritual suicide."
Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at her own bad
jokes, Amanda felt even more depressed. A soft knock on the
door interrupted her musings.
"Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." She thought
as she went to answer the door. "No one else wants anything
to do with me."
She was surprise when she opened the door. Instead of
finding the round middle aged Irishman she expected , Amanda
found herself standing face to face with a beautiful young
Japanese woman.
"Ms. McIntyre." The young woman said in perfect
English. "My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm the personal
assistant to Mrs. Takeshita. May I speak with your for a few
minutes?"
"Of course." Amanda stammered, unsure what to make
of this sudden appearance.
The tall woman gracefully entered the room. Amanda
put her age at about 22. She had very short black hair and a
nearly classic figure. In another time and place, Amanda
would've found herself attracted to her. For now, her hormones
had gotten her in enough trouble.
"I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to you about a
matter that she feels needs explaining." Tamiko began in a
crisp
clear tone. "You are most likely now aware of Mrs. Takeshita's
relationship to Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn Hiraizumi
Industries."
Amanda nodded accent, wondering where this was
leading.
"What you may not be aware of, because it is not greatly
publicized, is that for the last two years, Mrs. Takeshita has
been operating as the de facto Chief Operating Officer of
Hiraizumi Industries. Mr. Hitanuma occupies the position on
the board due to the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman
in a position of authority, but the real power rests with Mrs.
Takeshita. I wanted to make this clear to you before I go on."
"I understand, please continue." Amanda lied. "What
the fuck is going on here?" She asked herself.
"The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson were
totally unacceptable." Tamiko continued. "As such, they were
rejected. Mrs. Takeshita is aware that Mr. Wilson plans to
place the blame for this rejection on your shoulders. In fact
he
has already sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect."
Amanda just continued to nod, wondering where this
was all going.
"Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you yourself drafted a
series of alternate proposals. Proposals which she feels would
provide the basis for a new discussion of a possible trade
agreement. This belief has also been wired to your CEO, along
with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a disreputable man
such as Mr. Wilson would be placed in charge of such an
important mission."
"Wait a second......" Amanda cut in. "Those proposals
were never discussed outside this room. "How could anyone
else know about them?"
Tamiko hesitated for a few moments. She looked
around the room as if searching for someone. Then she
continued.
"This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi Industries." She said
quietly. "There is little that occurs within it that escapes
Mrs.
Takeshita's attention."
"Damn! The room is bugged!" Thought Amanda as she
repeated Tamiko's survey of the room.
Amanda's face flushed red for a second as she wondered
if the surveillance was limited to audio or included video.
Her
thoughts were of the many nights she'd laid naked atop the bed,
masturbating herself to orgasm.
" Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that all of these
decisions were made prior to last night." The young lady
continued, ignoring the signs of Amanda's embarrassment. "It
is important to her that you understand that these were all
business decisions, and had nothing to do with your, how shall
I
put it, ....liaison with her last evening."
"She told you about that?" Amanda asked.
"There was no need to tell me." Tamiko replied. "I have
my own room in the penthouse, and I was at home last evening.
Rest assured that what happened between the two of you was a
genuine coincidence. Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing
that you would be out on the terrace when she went out for
some night air."
Amanda had a lot to absorb. From what she could tell,
not only wasn't she going to get fired, it was very likely that
Wilson would. Couldn't happen to a nicer prick. Yet right now
she was wondering something else.
"Tell me, Tamiko," Amanda asked, her voice now once
again filled with confidence. "Is it only the Penthouse that
you
share with Mrs. Takeshita?"
Tamiko gave no reply, but from the expression on her
face, Amanda knew that this beautiful young woman had also
felt what it was like to lay naked beneath the satin sheets of
that
colossal bed.
"Finally, I have been instructed to present you with
this." She said as she held out a small envelope. "In light
of
these developments, we felt that it would be somewhat
awkward for you to return to San Francisco with Mr. Wilson
and his fellows this evening. Inside you will find a first
class
ticket for tomorrow's mid-morning flight to San Francisco. I
hope this is to your satisfaction."
"I guess another night here wouldn't be so bad."
Amanda said. She pretended not to notice that Tamiko's
references had changed from "Mrs. Takeshita felt" to "we felt"
to "I hope".
"Wonderful!" Tamiko beamed, her face coming alive
for the first time. "I would hope that since you will be
staying
this last night that you will allow me to take you to dinner.
Perhaps I can show you some of the Osaka night life you might
have missed staying in at night."
"Definitely video." Amanda said to herself as she
watched Tamiko's eyes light up when she mentioned that
Amanda had stayed in at night. "I wonder if I could get a copy
of the tape as a souvenir?"
"Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have a problem
with you and I....."
"Most definitely not." Tamiko interjected. "In fact it
was her suggestion that I ask you. She said that I would find
knowing you a unique and very rewarding experience."
Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached for her
coat. As they exited into the hall and Amanda locked the door
behind her, she turned to Tamiko and asked.....
"You don't happen to own a harigata, do you?"
END
Ann Douglas
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