Panties for Sale (7 page)

Chieko turned around to stand naked in front of Carl and
then giggled. “Now, your turn,” she climbed up on his lap and began to untie
his tie.

Carl’s hands flew up to his collar to stop her. “Oh no,
heavens no.”
 

Chieko gave him a puzzled look but then smiled and
shrugged.
 
She slid her hands over his
large belly and lifted up his shirt trying to find the waist to his pants.
 
Carl’s face darkened from the colour of
ripened tomatoes to an over-ripe eggplant.
 
As Chieko worked quite hard to undo his belt, Carl stared at the ceiling
as if he was praying. Lucky for him, the gods were listening.
 
For all her efforts, Chieko just wasn’t able
to get the belt undone. She sighed and brushed her hair back from her
face.
 
“Maybe easier, if you stand up.”

“Yes, alright,” Carl stood up slowly, unbuckled his pants
and wiggled around until they finally dropped to the floor.
 

“Ohma!”
 
Chieko
gasped.
 
He was so fat.
 
And white.
 
She had never seen such a fat, white man up close. His skin was dotted
with small brown freckles and covered in a layer of soft peach coloured curly
hairs, almost like a cat’s fur.
 
“You are
so, so big!”

Carl gave her a meek smile.
 
Chieko murmured a few ahhs and ohs as she lowered herself in front of
him.
 
She was surprised he was still
soft.
 
She wasn’t worried though.
 
A few of her key signature moves and Mr.
Roberts would be hard as nails. Chieko confidently slid him into her mouth.
First, she licked. Then, she sucked.
 
She
squeezed and she twisted.
 
She moaned
loudly, and swayed her head back and forth. But it didn’t to be working.
Puzzled, Chieko slowed down, gently teasing, coaxing, but still nothing.
 
She tried to work it with her hands, rubbing,
massaging, twisting, pumping; working harder, faster.
 
But still nothing.
 
What was she doing wrong?

As she paused to catch her breath, she looked up at Carl
hoping that he was at least somewhat enjoying all her efforts.
 
But Carl was standing completely still,
staring straight ahead.
 
His face was
dark purple.

Chieko was speechless.
 
She couldn’t understand it.
 
Carl
was still utterly, unbelievably limp and she had no idea what else to do.
 
Maybe it just takes time, she thought.
 
After all, he is old.
 
She switched hands and continued. After what
seemed like hours, Carl finally reached down and stopped her.
 
He stepped back, bent down and pulled up his
pants. As he tucked in his shirt and did up his belt, Chieko stood up and
silently got dressed. She was just zipping up the back of her dress when her
cell phone rang. “Moshi moshi.
 
Hello?”

“Hello, this is Ahmed, your driver.
 
You have 5 minutes left.
 
I am downstairs waiting.”

“Hai. OK. Thank you.” Chieko hung up the phone.
 
Mr. Roberts was standing quietly by the
window with his hands in his pockets, looking out the window.
 
Chieko noticed his face had returned to a
more normal flushed pink.
 
“It was very
nice to meet you, Carl.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course. Very nice to meet you,” Carl glanced
down at her, and then returned his attention to the window.

“OK. Yes.” Chieko ran her fingers through her hair as she
turned towards the door. “Good bye,” she said softly and bowed.

“Yes. Goodbye, Thank you,” Carl`s voice faded as the hotel
door closed softy behind her.

“Ok. Here you are Miss,” Ahmed turned the car onto the
quiet suburban street. “Miss? Missy? Hello?” The brakes screeched in front of a
large Tudor style house jolting Chieko awake. “Ha!
 
Sleeping eh?
 
Not used to early morning appointments?” Ahmed laughed. “Me either.
 
But this guy always has to have one, every
Sunday morning.”

Chieko rubbed the sleep from her eyes and grabbed her
purse. “Domo, thank you,” she mumbled as she opened the door.

“Now remember girl,” Ahmed swung around so he could face Chieko
as she got out of the car, “this is only an hour appointment. One hour,
sharp.
 
We have to be out of here before
the wife comes back from church.
 
OK?
 
So, be quick, but,” he winked, “be good!”

“Yes, OK, fine.” Chieko closed the door.

“Damn, I know you will be good.” Ahmed licked his lips as
he watched Chieko walk through the iron gates and up to the front door.
 
“Sunday morning service for one.
 
Damn, I want to be part of that religion.” He
sat and waited, watching until he saw Chieko’s tiny frame disappear through the
front door and then with a squeal of the tires, he sped off.

Chieko was led into a grand entrance hall.
 
A massive wrought iron chandelier hung from
the high ceiling, its crystals creating a kaleidoscope of rainbows reflecting
the early morning sunlight on the highly waxed white marble floor.
 
French doors were wide open at the far end of
the hall leading out to a manicured lawn sparkling like a field of emeralds
under the fresh dew.
 
Chieko wanted to
stop and take in every detail, but the elderly gentleman, who had opened the
door for her, whom Chieko guessed to be the butler, led her quickly through the
foyer to a large open kitchen.
 
An
elderly Filipino woman glanced up and sneered as Chieko hurried past, following
the butler to a small white door at the end of a narrow hallway.
 
She waited as he took out an elaborate ring
of keys from his white suit jacket, unlocked the door and pushed the door wide
open. “Please madam,” he passed Chieko a white silk robe which had been folded
neatly on the edge of the bed, “would you kindly disrobe and put this on. The
master will be joining you shortly.”

“Thank you,” Chieko accepted the robe with a small bow.

“Can I bring you tea or coffee?” he paused at the door.

“Oh, nei, no, thank you.
 
I am fine,”

“I’m sorry madam,” the butler cleared his throat.
 
“but I must insist. The master greatly
encourages the use of hot drinks.
 
I was
merely asking, which one did you prefer: tea or coffee?”

“Oh, sumisen, tea please.”

“Very good,” His heels clicked together as he turned and
left the room, closing the door behind him.

Chieko listened as the butler’s footsteps faded down the
hallway, then slumped down on the corner of the bed and let out a loud
yawn.
 
She looked around the small room.
Why was it all so white? It looked more like a doctor’s clinic then a bedroom.
There were no books, no pictures on the wall. The walls, the bedspread, the
sofa, the rug, even the frame around the mirror, were all white.
 
A vase of fresh daisies on the white table
was the only hint of colour in the room.
 

Chieko looked down at the white robe in her hand.
 
“It will be easy money. Don’t worry.
 
This one,” Angela had told her the day
before, “he is quite the character, charming, interesting and filthy rich.
 
He likes to try out all the new Angels.
 
He called me as soon as he saw your
pictures.
 
I don’t remember him being so
excited over a girl before.
 
What did he
say?
 
Oh yes, he said he was very
interested in your exotic look.”

Maybe, he is a doctor or a surgeon, Chieko sighed and began
to take off her clothes, folding them neatly on the chair.
 
She shivered as she put on the white robe;
the coolness of the fine silk against her warm, sleepy skin gave her goose
bumps. As she tied the sash around her waist, the door opened.

“The master will be here momentarily,” the butler placed a
silver tea service on the white coffee table.
 

When the door closed again, Chieko tiptoed over to the tea
service. It seemed like everything else in the house, very elegant and very
expensive. Sitting on a shiny old-fashioned Victorian silver tray with gilded
handles was a tall silver tea pot, a silver sugar pot and a small silver
pitcher of milk.
 
There was also two
white porcelain tea cups with tiny silver spoons resting delicately on the
saucers.
 
“Yes sir,” Chieko picked up a
tea cup and bowed, “a cup of tea please.”
 
She giggled and stuck her pinky straight up in the air.

“Hello,” a deep voice said from behind.
  

‘Ohma!” Chieko jumped in surprise, grabbing the tea cup
with both hands to prevent it from crashing to the floor.

“Oh dear,” a tall elderly gentleman said in a British
accent. “Quite sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hai. Hello,” Chieko murmured, carefully returning the cup
back to the safety of the silver tray.
 

“Oh, I have startled you, haven’t I?” he pressed a button
on the wall so the bookshelf slid back into place covering the hole he had just
stepped out of.
  
“I’m sorry, it’s just I
rather prefer my tunnels.
 
They are a bit
James Bond-ish aren’t they?”
 
He laughed
as Chieko stared at him wide eyed.
 
“But,
they are so much quicker to get around this horrible old house then those long
awkward hallways.
 
Easier to get away
from my darling wife too.
 
But enough
jibber jabber about me.
 
Let me see what
Angela has sent me today.”

He rubbed his hands together as he walked closer to Chieko
who instinctively bowed her head. “I like that,” he nodded his head, “very
authentic.”
 
He reached out a finger to
lift up her face.
 
“Yes,” he nodded
approvingly.
 
Taking her by the
shoulders, he twirled her around slowly.
  
“Yes, you will do brilliantly.”
 
He reached down, adjusted himself, then unzipped his pants and let them
drop.
 
“I am already getting excited,” he
eagerly kicked his pants out of his way.
 
“You are exquisite!”
  
Chieko
watched in astonishment as he stripped off his boxers and reached down to
stroke himself. “Look at this! You are already doing the trick.
 
Amazing.
 
OK,” he clapped his hands and walked over to the sofa.
 
“Come and sit down.”

 
Chieko walked over
to the sofa and sat down on the armrest. “Now dear,” he poured two cups of tea
and added milk and sugar, “don’t be shy.”
 

“So sorry,” Chieko slid down to sit beside him on the
couch.

The master raised an eyebrow and frowned at Chieko. “Come
on, now.
 
No time for games.” He nodded
at Chieko’s robe, “Off.”

Chieko slowly stood up, untied the sash and let the robe
fall off her shoulders. “Good girl.
Now, come sit over here, in front of
me,”

Chieko looked around in confusion; there was no other chair
in the room to sit on.

 
“Yes,” the master
nodded, pointing to the floor in front of him, “right here.”
 
He leaned back, spread his legs and pushed
himself closer to the edge as Chieko gingerly got down on her knees.

“Wait,” the master stopped her with his hands, “although I do
like your eagerness.”
 
He passed Chieko a
cup of tea.
 
“Sip it slowly, it is still
quite hot. Yes, good,” he groaned as he leaned back, and watching her.
 
After Chieko took a few sips, he took the
teacup from her and pushed her head down.
 
The master moaned and shuddered as Chieko’s mouth, heated from the hot
tea, enveloped him.
 

“Dear,” the master slowly sat up, “another sip of tea?
 
And this time dear, kindly keep the tea in
your mouth and swish it around. Can you hold it in the back of your throat?” Chieko
nodded.
 
“OK, good. Don’t swallow it
until I’m all the way in.”
 
He watched
Chieko take a large sip and then quickly took the tea cup back again.
 
“And here we go again,” he leaned back.

Chieko tried not to swallow the hot liquid but to swirl it
around inside her mouth.
 
It was hard
work. She tried to pretend she was enjoying it as much as the master was, but
she felt like she was going to choke.
 
As
she continued, she tried to distract her mind by thinking about the proper cup
of green tea she would make for herself when she got home and the long hot bath
with her new lavender bath oil that she could soak in for hours. The master’s
breathing quickened and Chieko felt his hands on the back of her head, pushing
and pulling her by her hair.
 
She tried not
to stop, holding her breath, until she felt his body stiffen and with a loud
grunt, shudder and relax.

Chieko grabbed the tea cup, pretending she was finishing
the tea while she spit out the residue. She needn’t have bothered. The master
didn’t notice. His eyes were closed. Chieko carefully slid out from between his
legs. Her knees were stiff and red from kneeling on the carpet.
 
She moved slowly back across the room,
allowing the blood to start circulating again in her numb feet. Just as she had
buttoned the last button on her blouse, the door opened a crack.
 
The butler nodded at Chieko and motioned for
her to follow him.
 
He led her back down
the narrow hall, through the kitchen and out to the main foyer in silence.

“He always falls asleep after morning tea.” He handed her
an envelope. “I believe your car is waiting. You were very quick.
 
The master will have liked that.”

“Hai, thank you,” The butler opened the door just far
enough to let Chieko slip out, closing it quickly behind her.