3.He was not larger than life, some god among men, a peer with no equal. He was dressed in a simple suit and tie, tasteful shades of gray and black, the only sign that he was anything other than a businessman here for the company was his thick mascara and lip-gloss.
I kept my eyes down after he caught me staring and made my way over to the corner where I was supposed to spend the evening. There was a feast of sushi and sashimi on the table, interspersed with sugar candies and desserts. And plenty of sake.
�Is that the maiko?� one of the customers asked and I blanched under the makeup. Paige prodded me and I turned towards him and smiled demurely, bowing. The man was not Bobby, was not anything approaching Bobby, and didn�t seem to have figured it out yet. He was generously proportioned, had stubble all over his head, as if he was a werewolf and had decided to shave it all off one day. What hair there was was covered by a fine moss of bleach. �Pretty little thing aren�t you? You come sit next to Uncle Fred and give me some sake, okay?�
I gave a panicked look to Paige and he handed me a sake flask and a cup and pushed me towards him.
Fred smelled like marijuana and sweat. Blood as well. I wondered if he�d been fighting before he came here. He put a hand on my thigh while I poured his drink and I almost spilled it in his lap. I laughed gently to break the tension, as I�d been taught.
I was only supposed to be here observing, not doing much of anything, but Fred kept on talking to me, touching me, asking me to feed him, so much so that I wanted nothing more than to go home and scour out pots.
Bobby merely seemed amused by all of this. Marilyn was taking care of him, and he did his job well, making sure he wasn�t thirsty or hungry, and that he was in a good enough mood. He started talking to the other men there, a conversation about someone they�d met on tour that turned into a large discussion about all of their groupies. Bobby said nothing about any conquests.
Fred, meanwhile, had his hand on my thigh and would take any opportunity to reach for my dick. Nobody seemed to care, though I wasn�t supposed to be doing any of this. Maybe this was part of my punishment.
�You don�t seem very happy.� he whispered in my ear. �Maybe we should go somewhere else and continue this conversation.� Oh fuck. I winced. I started coughing uncontrollably to try and attract Paige�s attention, but that didn�t work.
�I...I�m not allowed to do that yet. This isn�t really even my debut.�
�Oh, come on now, Amir and I are friends from way back.� He clutched me close to him.
Paige came over and pried Fred�s hands off of me. �It�s way past her bedtime, we need to send her home, okay? You can speak with Amir if you�d like to book her privately.� He smiled and helped me exit the room with some semblance of dignity. And I hadn�t even gotten to talk to Bobby. FUCK.
Paige made me get in a cab and sent me home. All the way there I was trying not to think of what they�d do to me once they got home. Maybe if I hid in the kitchen with the maids and did chores they couldn�t do too much to me. But that was a hollow hope.
Amir met me at the door. �I heard you made a good impression on Mr. Durst.� he said, smiling happily. �He just phoned me and asked when you might be available for a private showing.� I tried to look happy, I really did, this was something that all maiko were supposed to aspire to, but it wasn�t working. His face instantly fell when he realized that I didn�t care. �You don�t appreciate the amount of money I�ve had to spend to get you to this level and you�re fucking getting picky!� He raised his hand like he was going to slap me, but he thought better of it. �Go get cleaned up, we�ll deal with this when Paige gets home.�One of the maids met me as soon as I got inside and started to remove my kimono and my makeup. Soon I was standing in the freezing hallway while Amir stalked in front of the door.
�You�ll stand there until he gets back! I�m not going to deal with this shit anymore!� He stormed upstairs and the maid scurried away, leaving me alone.
I closed my eyes and prayed for a heart attack or something to strike me dead. I had a feeling that I didn�t want to know what they were going to do.
�Get up.� Someone kicked me hard in the side. �You weren�t supposed to sit down.� I stared up at Amir and Paige, who were the embodiment of anger. I hoped that this was all a hallucination. Paige grabbed my ear and dragged me to my feet.�You know that I like Marshall, and there you were trying to suck him off!� He slapped me hard, not holding back at all. I hissed in spite of myself and trying to ward off his blows.
�They were forcing me to! You...you can look at the tapes if you want!� Oh fuck, they�d never believe me now. Amir would only believe the tapes if he�d reviewed them himself, my bringing it up now was just...just asking them to think I�d tampered with them.
�You�re just clutching at straws now!� Paige cuffed me hard and I almost fell down again. �You want to suck someone off, you can suck me off. Little bastard.�
I started crying, �I didn�t want to! Paige, please believe me!� Oh shit, this had escalated so fucking fast. But one look at his face revealed that he wasn�t going to give up the idea as easily as I�d hoped.
At that moment one of the maids came in and stood in the doorway. Amir noticed and snarled at her. �Can�t you see I�m busy?�
�Yes sir, but Ms. Mathers is on the phone, apparently she wants to discuss how to divvy up the earnings from tonight.� She kept her eyes on the floor. She was younger than Amir usually hired them, he usually kept old hags around to discourage any reneging on our supposed homosexuality. �I�m sorry for bothering you.� Her shoulders were shaking like she was about to cry. I guessed that some of the maids had put her up to this so she could experience Amir�s wrath.
But he wasn�t angry. �Paige, you can handle this, I trust.� Maybe because it had to do with money it superceded my punishment.
Paige growled. �Come upstairs.�
He tied my hands behind my back and knelt down in front of me. �Think of this as a lesson. If you do it well, then it won�t be that bad for you. If you do it badly, well, I�ll go get the hairbrush. Or maybe something else. Do you understand?� I nodded grimly, closing my eyes. �You�ll have to do this eventually, might as well be with someone you know, right?� Oh yeah Paige, I really wanted to do this with you. I must have shown my anger, because he slapped me hard. �Don�t make this harder than it has to be.�He untied his obi and then peeled apart his kimono until all that was there was flesh and his cock, half-hard and yearning. I wanted to puke so badly. He was not attractive to me at all and this wasn�t the way that I envisioned my first sexual experience. His fingers grabbed my hair and pulled me forward until my lips touched the tip of his cock. Thinking it was better to get it over with, I opened my mouth and tentatively licked at it. I slammed my eyes closed and moved forward, practically inhaling the damn thing. He drew in a sharp gasp and pushed forward until I started gagging. My teeth accidentally grazed the top of his cock and he hissed in pain.
�That�s one mistake. And don�t do it so fast.� He was remarkably composed. I grunted in and licked all over, varying pressure and degree, hoping to bring him to a quick climax so I could go and take a bath. �We can do this again sometime.� I glared at him, but he was too busy getting off.
After a while my mouth became numb and I knelt there and took it. Eventually his thrusts became a lot more concentrated and he came in my mouth. It overflowed and I was left with the overwhelming taste of salt and whatever else was in it. He tied his obi and walked off towards the bathroom. I crumpled onto my side and panted, hoping for some relief from the taste.