“Justin-kun. Konbanwa.” One of them recognised Justin. “Your private party is ready,” she announced in broken English.
“Excellent.”
She beamed.
The girl was so pretty, Anna felt jealous of her. Was Justin a regular here? From the look of it, he probably was.
Justin tugged her hand and they followed the pretty hostess through a dimly lit passageway. It led them to a landing with a service elevator. They went down two stories underground. The sight of something that came from the French period welcomed them when the elevator’s door opened.
What the hell was this place?
She saw women in long gowns, tight corset, and high pompadour hair lounging in chaises, sofas, and chairs. Most of them were gaijin, foreigners, but a few were Asian. Anna also saw men in the same period costumes frolicking with half-dressed women. Some were in the middle of fucking each other’s brains out.
Then it hit her. They were in a sex club. Her cheeks burned. This was ridiculous. Out of dozens of fun activities they could be doing their last night in Japan, Justin had chosen a sex club. She shouldn’t have been surprised, considering Justin had earlier mentioned something about the red light district, ‘Every fetish and fantasy is for sale in Tokyo if you know where to find it’.
Anna sighed, lamenting the perverse side of Justin.
Their hostess motioned them to follow her into a private room. A grandly furnished bedroom emerged before her eyes. Intricately carved gold-gilded furniture was artfully arranged inside, complementing the dark walls and blood-red velvet draperies. A huge four-poster bed was perched in the middle of the room, with people in it. A woman with her three lovers were kissing and fondling in the bed.
Her cheeks burned even hotter. “I think this room is occupied.”
“Nah. They’re waiting for us,” Justin replied casually.
They’re what? Anna felt scandalised. What exactly did Justin have in mind?
“Domo, Shimizu-chan.” Justin produced a hundred-dollar bill and slipped it into the hostess’ hand.
“Arigato gozaimashita.” She bowed and closed the door.
The people in the bed paused when they noticed Justin and Anna in the room.
“Continue.” Justin waved his hand. “We’ll join you later.”
Join? He didn’t mean…
Justin sank himself onto a nearby sofa and pulled her into his lap.
Anna became uncomfortable. Neurons in her brain short-circuited when Justin mentioned joining those people.
“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you to get used to the idea.”
“Which is?”
“Being shared by the three of us.”
“Isn’t that what I already do?”
“In one night.”
In one… Good lord. A foursome? Suddenly, Anna felt lightheaded. She’d never thought about it. But again, it shouldn’t come as a shock considering she’d fucked two of them in Matt’s office. She just hadn’t thought Ralph would want to join his brothers sometime in the future.
“Don’t tell me it doesn’t excite you?” Justin drew her deeper into his arms.
Excite? Anna forced herself to be relaxed even though her heart beat faster than Tokyo’s bullet trains. She would be lying if she said the prospect didn’t excite her. Spending an unforgettable night in the arms of three perfect lovers sounded like an ultimate fantasy, one she wouldn’t freely be willing to admit.
“I…um…”
“Yes?”