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kiss wouldn’t hurt so he stalled for
time.
    Heather was willing, and if they made
no objections, that was fine too, but he wasn’t sure he could do
it. Heather was totally turned on, clinging tight and pulling him
close.
    “ Excuse, please, sir.
Mister Fujimoto is a very important man, and here for good time, at
least for tonight…” The eyes were oddly pleading, and Braden
inferred that maybe the old man was a bit of a handful for the
senior executive-type working overseas and subjected to a quick
visit by the company founder.
    It all came together as Heather slid
back and tugged and pulled at his belt and zipper.
    Braden cracked a grin.
    “ How much is
there?”
    The man made a quick count.
    “ Two thousand…” He
proffered the money.
    Heather’s hand snaked up and grabbed
it out of the fellow’s hand. Then her mouth plunged down onto
Braden’s semi-erect member, making exaggerated sounds of pleasure
and trying to extricate Braden from his trousers entirely in spite
of his best efforts to keep them on. Her hand waved the money
around so Braden took it and put it in his jacket inner
pocket.
    “ Oh, come on, sir. What
harm can it do?” These delirious strangers, bat-shit crazy as the
saying went in North America, might be just the thing to amuse old
man Fujimoto, as everyone in the company called him.
    Fujimoto would be a bastard otherwise,
he just knew it. What an incredible stroke of luck.
    It’s not like they weren’t going to do
it anyways. Of course they had no way of knowing that a Saburo
Fujimoto who was pleased was so much more likely to grant him his
long sought-after position as vice-president of foreign
sales.
    The old man said something and his
companion looked aghast, but then took another look at Heather’s
ass, which from this angle was a stirring sight, a pattern of
netting superimposed on it although Heather had taken a pair of
scissors and carefully cut a slot up the crotch from front to
back.
    The old man handed over another sheaf
of bills.
    “ I say, old boy. Would you
mind very much…?”
    Braden took the money in a daze of
pleasure and rabid excitement. His initial shyness was long since
gone. She stopped every so often to remove more of his clothes. The
old man pulled out a bottle and Sakai had a snap off of
it.
    Braden’s eyebrows climbed into the
roof material as Heather gasped and moaned and the younger
gentleman, licking his lips and stealing the odd glance over at an
approving company founder, pulled down his trousers. He took one of
the proffered condoms from Braden’s outstretched hand. He knelt
behind her and with a bit of fingering to get her wet, slowly but
surely prepared to fuck Heather doggy style, in some hopeful bid
for a major promotion. Surely the price of failure would be to end
up back home in Japan with no further hope of overseas
assignments.
    It didn’t bear thinking about. He must
make a manful effort. Toasting each other with sake, the air in the
car got bluer and bluer as Mister Fujimoto smoked his endless black
cigarettes and a sweating and swearing Theodore Sakai finally
managed to drive Heather into a shuddering orgasm. The vehicle
cleared the freeway and pulled back onto Highway 2, the main drag
of the place, not six blocks from where it all began.
    Heather pulled moist towelettes and
paper tissue from the jacket pocket and set about the business of
putting herself back together again.
    Braden reminded Sakai about their
restaurant. It had to be along here somewhere.
    “ Whew!” Settling back into
his jump-seat, Heather looked at Fujimoto and winked in a
conspiratorial manner.
    The old man made the window go down so
Heather chucked out their trash. Putting her hands together in
Oriental fashion, she bowed gracefully, and then did a curtsy as
best she could from the low position as the old man’s face cracked
in a grin and Braden chuckled.
    Sakai’s thoughts were unreadable but
he radiated a certain satisfaction at his performance as he had
gotten