FOREIGN AFFAIR
		   
	"God this is boring."  Amanda McIntyre
thought to herself as she reached for another drink.
	For the hundredth time, she cursed Jim
Peterson for getting sick two days before the trade
delegation was to leave for Osaka.  Then she cursed
her boss, Bill O'Hare who had volunteered her to
take Jim's place.  Nine days in Japan and she hadn't
been included in any discussion of importance. 
Every day they would hold meeting after meeting 
where nothing was really accomplished.  Then at
night, the men on both sides would go out and
survey Osaka's night life.  And of course she wasn't
included in this male-bonding ritual. Never mind that
it was during this hedonistic forays that the real
deals were made.
	She had considered telling Bill to go to hell,
but then  she'd be looking for a new job by now. 
Ever since she had come out last year, Bill O'Hare
had made no secret that he didn't want that "dyke",
as he always referred to her in private, in his
department.  He never said or did anything in public
that Amanda could prove, but the signs were always
there.
	Looking at her watch, the 24 year old blonde
decided she'd done her bit for the company and
started to make for the door. The cocktail party was
already gearing down and she knew she wouldn't be
missed.  Besides,  the men were probably already
gearing up for their next pornographic excursion.  
	As she neared the door, she ran into Pete
Wilson, the head of their delegation.  Her luck was
really running in the red today, Pete's view of her
was only slightly less antagonistic than Bill O'Hara's.
	"Leaving already?"  The tall gray bearded
man said.
	"I have a little headache, I was going to lay
down."  She lied.
	"I see,"  Wilson said in a disapproving tone.
"Well I'm not surprised. It's not like you've been
much of a team player on this trip.  When we go
home tomorrow without the trade agreement, I'm
sure your lack of cooperation will be noted."
	"Lack of cooperation...?"  She asked.
	"That's what I said."  He replied. "There's
not a man on our delegation that wouldn't put it all
on the line to get the Japs to sign.  Yet when
Hitanuma asked you out for drinks, you insulted him
by refusing.  He's not the type of man who forgives
or forgets."
	"Wait a second ,buster."  Amanda shot back.
"No way you're going to pin this one on me.  You've
never even looked at all the position papers I've
submitted.  If you did and followed some of their
advice, the people here at Hiraizumi Industries
 might've been more willing to deal.  If this
agreement falls through it's become of your hard
nose non-cooperative negotiation stand. Not
because I wouldn't roll over for Mr. Hitanuma. If
you wanted a corporate whore, you should've
brought your secretary."
	With that she turned and walked away.  She
could feel his eyes burning into her back.  Of course
Wilson and the others had already agreed to put the
blame on her.  They'd report that if only she'd have
been a little friendlier to the Japs, they'd have gotten
the agreement.  
	"I've been set up."  Amanda noted.  "It had
all been a set up."  Jim Peterson had never been sick.
It had all been arraigned beforehand.  If the mission
went sore, it was all that dyke's fault.
	Her face flushed with anger as she reached
the elevator.  "Well fuck them all."  She said out
loud as she hit the call button.  "I'm better off
leaving this lousy job anyway."
	Amanda took the elevator to the rooftop
gardens instead of her room.  She needed the night
air to clear her head.  After about a half hour, she
began to regret her earlier outburst.  She should've
quit this job months ago, at least then it would've
been on her own terms.  Now as a fired employee,
one which was blamed for the failure of a important
trade deal, her future prospects would be  few.  
	Lost in thought, she hadn't heard the soft
footsteps behind her.  When the new arrival finally
spoke, Amanda nearly jumped five feet.
	"Konbanwa, Amanda san." A soft fluid voice
said. 
	Amanda whirled about to find herself facing
a rather attractive  Japanese woman.  She stood a
few inches shorted than Amanda's own five foot six.
Her short  black hair showed the slightest touches of
gray and Amanda guessed her age to be about mid-
forties.  Of course it was always hard to tell with
some oriental women. They looked pretty much the
same from thirty  to sixty.  She wore a bright green
cocktail dress which accented her small breasts. 
	Searching her  temporarily hazy memory,
Amanda tried to place where she had seen the
woman before.  She had to have been some
executive or other's wife.  How else could she have
known her name.  Try as she could, the young
woman just couldn't place her.
	The older woman just smiled for a moment,
then made a hand motion leading to a large glass
door off to the left of the garden.
	"Yokoso oide kudasareta, Amanda san." 
She said as she made an inviting gesture with her
hand.
	Now seeing that there was an apartment
beyond the glass doors, Amanda realized that she
had just been invited in.  The woman must be
married to one of the corporate big wheels to rate a
home like this.  Reaching the door, she stopped and
gasped in amazement at the decor.  It was totally
western.  It could've been a Penthouse on Park
Avenue.
	"Dozo."  The woman said as she again
motioned for Amanda to enter.
	Once inside, Amanda took a moment to take
in her surroundings.  Most apartments in Japan were
tiny affairs yet just this living room could house an
entire family.  A large screen TV occupied the far
wall, surrounded by a state of the art stereo system.
On the nearby piano was a photograph of a younger
version of the woman standing next to a much older
Japanese man.  She didn't recognize the man, he
hadn't taken part in any of the trade talks. 
	The woman said something else that Amanda
didn't quite catch.  She felt a little foolish not being
able to understand.  Yet it wasn't her fault that she
didn't speak Japanese.  Searching her memory for
what she hoped were the right words, Amanda said
the only Japanese phrase she had been able to
memorize.
	"Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen"  She
said, hoping that she'd just said she didn't speak
Japanese and not some other ridicules remark.
	The woman just smiled again and pointed to
herself.  
	"Mariko."  She said simply.
	Amanda breathed a sign of relief.  At least
she  hadn't insulted her.
	"Amanda."  She replied. "Then I guess you
already knew that."  
	Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and
asked with her hands if Amanda wanted a drink.
	"Why not," Amanda said as she indicated
acceptance with a motion of her hand.
	Silence reigned for a few minutes as both
women tasted their drinks.  Amanda kept asking
herself, what did she do now.  There was only so
much she and Mariko could do with hand gestures.
	"This is good."  She noted out loud as she
sipped more of her drink.
	"Hai!"  Her host agreed.
	"Well, thank you for the drink, but I guess I
really should be going."  Amanda finally said as she
placed the glass on a small table.
	Mariko seemed agitated as the American
woman started to turn in the direction of the door.
She reached out and took hold of Amanda's hand. 
The smaller woman's  grip was quite strong and
surprisingly warm.  Amanda looked into her dark
eyes and smiled. 
	 "If only we spoke the same language," 
Amanda mused as she enjoyed the touch of Mariko's
hand in hers.  "Then I'd be able to tell you what an
attractive woman you are.  Back home I might  even
try to entice you back into my bed."
	She paused a moment then went on,
knowing that the Japanese woman didn't understand
a word she was saying.
	"I don't even know if they have such a thing
as lesbians in Japan."   She concluded.
	Mariko's eyes suddenly lit up at the word
lesbian.  Her grip grew stronger and she seemed to
pull Amanda closer.
	"Les-bins."  She repeated, again looking
deep into Amanda's blue eyes.
	A confused look covered Amanda's face. 
Was Mariko asking if she was a lesbian?  Had some
member of the delegation made a remark identifying
her as one?  Or was Mariko trying to say that she
too was a lesbian?
	The tall blonde didn't have a lot of time to
ponder the questions as Mariko took her hand and
pressed it firmly against her small breasts.  As the
naked palm pressed against the exposed flesh at the
top of her dress, the Japanese woman let out a soft
sigh.
	If she wasn't a lesbian, Amanda said to
herself, she was at least curious enough about girl
sex to have brought her here.  However she had
heard about Amanda, she must have decided to take
advantage of her sudden appearance on the roof.  If
only to satisfy her curiosity.
	To respond was very  tempting.  Amanda
had always been very careful to keep her business
and personal lives very separate.  Back home, a
husband might head straight for the divorce court if
he found his wife with another woman.  Over here
there was no telling what could happen. From what
she'd seen of Japanese husbands, they  were so
conservative that they made Jesse Helms look like a
bleeding heart liberal. 
	Then again, there wasn't much more she
could do to screw up her career.  Mariko was very
beautiful, and it had been so very long since she'd
broken up with her last girlfriend.  Maybe it was
time to throw caution to the wind.
	Mariko then took the decision out of
Amanda's hands.  Pulling the American closer, she
leaned forward and kissed her.  So fluid had been
her motion, Amanda was surprised by the sudden
touch of her lips.  She opened her mouth to respond
and felt a soft touch as Mariko's tongue entered her
mouth.  
	"It seems like you've done this before." 
Amanda said as their tongues caressed each other.  
	Finally the kiss ended and the two women
separated,  each stepping back about a foot.  Mariko
reached out and placed her outstretched hand on
Amanda's large breast.  Running it across the
blonde's blue dress, she stopped when she reached
the large nipple. Her smile grew with wider as she
found it already hard.
	"I guess they're a little larger than You're use
to."  Amanda grinned. 
	Cupping both of Amanda's breasts, Mariko
stepped closer and kissed the exposed flesh of each
one. Then she lifted her head higher and kissed
Amanda's lips again.
	This time, Amanda was ready and returned
the kiss with all of the passion she could.  She pulled
the older woman against her, so that their breasts
pressed against each other.  As her tongue again
explored the inner reaches of Mariko's mouth,
Amanda slid her hand down the Japanese woman's
back and then pulled up her dress.  Then continuing
downward, her hand slipped beneath the elastic of
Mariko's panties and finally came to a rest on her
smooth buttocks.  Amanda squeezed the soft flesh
and was rewarded by a small sign from Mariko. 
	They stood there a few minutes, holding
each other tightly.  Then Mariko motioned for
Amanda to follow her into another room.  Taking
hold of Mariko's offered hand, Amanda willingly
followed.
	Entering one of the side room, Amanda
found herself confronted by a bathroom of immense
proportions. In the center of the room was a large
tub, big enough to  easily fit four people.  Next to
the wall length vanity stool a large glass enclosed
shower, with water nozzles on all three of the
interior walls.  All in all, the bath was larger than
Amanda's bedroom back home.
	Letting go of Amanda's hand, the older
woman began to disrobe.  Her bright green dress
soon draped a small stool against the wall, and her
panties quickly followed.
	Amanda couldn't help but be impressed. 
Whatever her age, Mariko was in excellent shape.
Her breasts, though small, were round and firm,
capped by small brown nipples.  Her skin was
smooth and hairless, even the area around her
womanhood was nearly bare.
	Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda
quickly followed Mariko's example and dropped her
clothes onto another chair.  She knew Mariko's eyes
were riveted on her as she reached behind and undid
the latch of her bra.  One hand held her 38d bra
against her breasts as the straps came undone. Then
with an erotic slowness, she let the heavy material
also fall to the floor.  The sudden freedom from
constraint caused Amanda's breasts to bounce, much
to Mariko's vocal delight.  
	Next came the thin white panties, revealing a
hairy blonde bush.  Amanda always preferred to let
her hair grow wild in that region, as a mark of
independence.  From the reaction in Mariko's eyes,
she could tell that the Japanese woman also
approved.
	  Standing naked on the smooth tile floor,
Amanda rubbed her large breasts, bringing
circulation back to them as well as causing the
nipples to harden even more.  She had always been
proud of her breasts and spent at least an hour a day
working out.  
	Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands
all over the taller woman's body.  The immense smile
on her face made words unnecessary.  She stoked
each breast with girlish joy.  Then moved down to
the curly mound of blonde hair.  She was fascinated
by it's size.  She looked down at her own sparse
mound and looked  a little disappointed.
	"No, its beautiful."  Amanda said with a
smile as she reached down and stroked the Oriental
woman's pearl."
	Mariko's smile returned and she took
Amanda's hand and led her to the large shower on
the far side of the room.  Once inside, Mariko closed
the glass doors and hit a bright green button on a
wall panel.  In response, all three shower heads came
alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two
women. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko
produced a bar of soap and began to massage
Amanda's back with it.  
	Normally, Amanda preferred to be the
aggressor in a situation, but this time she felt
different.  Mariko's small hands felt so good as they
moved up and down her back that she was content
to just follow where ever the dark haired woman
led.  Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached
around and began to cover her breasts with soap. 
Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played
with the large globes.  Then she slid her hands down
to the hairy bush and covered that as well with a
soapy lather.  She slid her soapy finger inside
Amanda,  quickly following it with a second.  Then
she began to slowly pump the fingers in and out.
	Amanda turned around to give Mariko better
access to her charms.  Now face to face, Mariko
wasted no time in bringing her mouth to Amanda's
melon sized tits.  Her tongue outlined the large
nipples as her fingers reentered Amanda.  Then she
began to suck in earnest, bringing a small squeal  of
exuberance from Amanda.  As her fingers glided
faster and faster in and out of the American woman,
Mariko tried to take more and more of Amanda's
breast into her mouth.  The water from the overhead
showers continued to cover their bodies, washing
away the growing scent of girlsex.
	Amanda braced herself against two poles
build into the shower wall, wondering if they had
been installed there for exactly this purpose.  The
lithe Japanese woman continued to slide her fingers
in and out of Amanda's now dripping cunt.  With
each thrust of her hand, a new wave of delight swept
through Amanda's body.  Finally, having had her fill
of suckling at the American's large breasts, Mariko
moved her attention to between her legs, replacing
her cum covered fingers with her soft probing
tongue.
	The soft touch of the woman's tongue
proved electric as Amanda spread her legs wider to
give her greater access.  If it weren't for the
handgrips on the wall she'd fall flat on her ass.  Like
a surgical instrument, Mariko's tongue covered
every inch of Amanda's inner walls.  The waves of
delight now crested at more than twice the previous
level as spasms racked Amanda's body.
	"God, this woman is fantastic!"  Amanda
thought to herself.  "No way this is her first time." 
She continued, remembering former lovers who had
a lifetime of lesbian sex behind them, yet still had
nothing near Mariko skill with her tongue.
	Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex,
Mariko slid a soapy finger into the blonde's anus. 
Lubricated by the soap and water, it slid in easily
and it wasn't long before she was finger-fucking
Amanda's ass as furiously as she had her pussy.
	"Eat me!"  Amanda yelled as yet another
spasm roared  through her.  "Suck my pussy!"  
	She didn't know if the Japanese woman
comprehended a word she said, but the intent was
certainly  understood.  Mariko doubled her efforts
and it wasn't long before Amanda felt herself on the
threshold of an incredible orgasm.
	Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the
back of the Japanese woman's head and pulled her
deeper within her.  Just in time to receive an
eruption of cum.  Mariko scooped it up with her
tongue as fast as she could, but so intense was
Amanda's climax that she couldn't keep up.  
	Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in estacy,
grinding her cunt into the Japanese woman's face. 
She didn't care if she suffocated, as long as she
continued to delight her with that magic tongue for
just a few more seconds.	
	Finally, she began to regain control of her
shaking body and she eased off a little.  Panting, she
leaned against the tile wall.  Mariko slowing
removed herself from between Amanda's legs. She
also removed her fingers from both Amanda's ass
and her own pussy, which she had been
masturbating as well.
	Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard. 
The American loved tasting her own cum on another
woman's tongue and sucked it deep within her.  It
had been one of the most dynamic climaxes of her
life.  She couldn't wait to return the favor.	
	Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on
the panel and the torrid of water abruptly stopped. 
She slid the glass doors open and led Amanda out of
the shower.  Handing Amanda a towel. she quickly
dried herself off.  Then she motioned the blonde to
follow her into yet another room.  
	The third room turned out to be a bedroom,
as large and expensively furnished as the other
rooms. In the center was a large oval bed, covered
with red satin sheets.  Mariko quickly moved to the
center of the bed and invited Amanda to join her.
	Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately
began to kiss her small breasts, taking the tiny
brown nipple into her mouth.  As she worked on one
breast, her nimble hand worked  the other.  Then she
would switch.  Mariko clearly enjoyed the attention,
moaning softly with closed eyes.  Amanda moved
down the soft golden body, kissing her way to the
small black triangle that covered Mariko's still wet
cunt.  Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the
small bump of her clitoris.  Then she began to lick
the dried cum off it, mixing it with her own saliva. 
She felt a little silly thinking that an Asian  woman
might've tasted different. Of course it would be 
different, not because she was Asian but  because
everyone's body chemistry  was different.
	Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her
own magic on Mariko's garden.  The older woman
mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her
by the back of the head and matched the white
woman's rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis. 
Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready
tongue.
	Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began
to rock with a series of mini-orgasms.  Amanda was
determined to give as good as she had received. 
	Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire
Japanese.  So rapid was her speech, burst of words
between gasps, that Amanda would've been hard
pressed to understand her if she knew the language.
	Finally, with hand motions, she made
Amanda understand that she wanted something in
the night table.  Rolling off her, Amanda slid open
the draw and reached inside.  Grasping a long slim
object, the American lifted it into the light.	
	Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't
simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two
inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly
crafted by an artist's hand.  Every line, every vein
had been recreated.  Amanda had seen a similar
object d'art in a museum.  If this was genuine, and
there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be
at least three hundred years old
	"Is this what you wanted?"  She asked as she
moved back to Mariko.
	"Hai!"  The Japanese woman replied as her
eyes opened wide. "Harigata!"
	"All right, what ever makes you happy." 
Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock
over Mariko's womanhood.
	It had been a long time since Amanda had
used a dildo on another woman.  She didn't use one 
herself and few of her lovers did either.  They were
usually the province of bisexual woman who still
enjoyed being penetrated.
	Smearing the head of the artifact with
Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned it's
head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With
a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata
inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips. 
Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it
forward two inches.  She repeated the gesture a
dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese
woman was good and lubricated.  
	Mariko had been calling out words of
encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese. 
Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was
afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman.  Then
in a quick movement  Mariko grabbed the base of
the harigata and pulled it within her.
	The cry of joy and look of rapture on her
face told Amanda that she was dealing with one
determined lady. So be it.  She grabbed hold of the
ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and
out of her host.  Amanda never understood other
women's obsession with being fucked.  She herself
had only one experience to compare it against
almost seven years before.  Watching the volley of
emotions running across Mariko's face as she
greeted each new thrust, Amanda wondered if
perhaps she was missing something.
	It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew
suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a
determination to hold off orgasm as long as she
could.  Amanda increased her powerful thrusts,
having added her tongue to the effort a short time
before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she
gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a
burst of passion.  Amanda continued her efforts,
trying to make it last as long as she could.  It seemed
like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent.
	Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the
harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy
film, the result of her efforts.  Unable to resist the
temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice
cream pop and began to lick it clean.
	Mariko laid there quietly, her body
exhausted.  Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed
and snuggled up against her.  The two women
embraced and Amanda smiled.  It wouldn't hurt just
to lay there for a little  while, she thought.
	
	
	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?"


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