Chapter 23

The flight from Tokyo to Honolulu was similar to the one from New York to Paris months before. The configuration was identical, including the curtained, soundproofed back area. Another voluptuous blonde. Instead of the exotic beauty of Celia, a tall, willowy redhead. Exotic for the more common businessman who used the service.

“Japanese businessmen?” Joe asked Rachel.

She nodded.

“Can we talk?”

She grinned. “We can get private when the plane takes off.”

“I want to talk seriously.”

Rachel nodded again. A pleading expression met his eyes. “After?”

“I might be in a more punishing mood than usual.”

“Whatever I deserve, Joe.”

Rachel scheduled finishing the tour in Hawaii. Not to play there, at least as far as work meant playing. A much more relaxing form of play. A reward for a job well done. A week in Paradise.

Like she had in Paris at the Chateau and at Al’s and Alejandra’s in Barcelona, though the owners were absent, vacationing in Vancouver, they would be staying in a huge private home within walking distance of a beach in Hawaii Kai, bordering Waikiki. She had passes available for a helicopter tour and a catamaran tour around the islands. Even hiring a professional surfer to teach anyone interested.

“Though the big waves on the North Shore don’t happen until winter,” she ended her spiel before the plane took off. “Which is probably a good thing.”

Once the plane departed, she and Joe headed to the back. Joe pulled the heavy curtain around them. They sat across from each other.

“How involved are you in the escort business?” he asked her.

“Part ownership worldwide.”

“Part?”

“Silent partner. I came up with the network idea. It made sense with all the international commerce. Privileged men letting off steam able to afford the best. Why not interconnect everything?”

“And the Prince and his harem?”

“A pool.”

“Are there other pools?”

“Yes Joe, though not as ... imprisoning.”

“The tour guides.”

“Designed like a geisha house.”

“Where else?”

“There’s an offshoot of the geisha house in Vancouver. The guy whose house we’ll be staying at runs it. And a smaller group of girls in Waikiki. His sister runs the Tokyo one.”

“Japanese?”

“Yeah, but he’s naturalized American. Married one of his whores. His brother is naturalized Canadian, but he’s a bit of a flake. Most places, like London, Paris and Berlin are more networks of girls. Not centralized. Though in London for instance there’s a couple who runs things, and they like to sample the product. Make sure the girls are up to snuff. That’s not uncommon.”

“Linton?”

“He actually kind of helped inspire the idea.”

“Drugs too?”

“At first, but it was too hairy. I let the hard guys like Al take care of that. Groomed tough guys.”

“Killers.”

“Yeah. I kept my toe in helping Linton. Trading sex for favors. But the whole cartel thing just made that impossible.”

“Anywhere else like the Prince?”

“Thailand. Importing mostly to America. There’s a house in the Twin Cities actually. That’s pretty low level though. Kind of an overflow. The best service the rich traveling through. Singapore. Malaysia.”

“Overflow. Jesus Rachel.”

“I’m an idea girl,” she shrugged. “I got the syndicate’s ear and it went from there.”

“Lucrative?”

“You could say that.”

“So we’re laundering money?”

“It’s Eddie, so it’s far more than that. But yes. Like the video I’m producing. I could fund it, maybe with some help, but I need legitimate sources.”

“And Cheryl is helping you with that.”

“What Cheryl does has nothing to do with what we’re talking about.”

“Except she’s putting the legitimate sheen on it.”

“I’d say she doesn’t need to know that, but of course...”

“I’ll tell her.”

“And?”

“She wants what you want. Getting Eddie the best deal.”

“And it won’t be easy. His old label will want all of his old stuff. We’ll sell them the live CDs of the Monsters, but we’re going to keep the video. I won’t let that be separated.”

“She’ll love the challenge.”

“She will. Hate me?”

“Yes.”

She moved forward, kneeling on the low table and undoing his pants. Once they were lowered enough, along with his underpants, she sucked his penis. Soft but soon hard. Once that was accomplished, she stripped and turned around. Joe found the stash of cushions and placed them under her knees, then got the KY from his shoulder bag and applied it to his cock and shoved it up her asshole, also prepared. He stripped off his jacket and shirt, but kept his pants around his ankles when he pushed in. Slowly. Making room. He did nothing else for her. No caresses of clit or nipples. Neither did she.

Once he was ball’s deep, he started moving faster. His pelvis struck her firm ass, causing subtle ripples.

“Fuck the bitch,” Rachel moaned.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled.

She trembled, but not in pleasure.

He fucked her harder and harder. Only giving her relief when he paused to add lube to his shaft.

But when he felt the familiar shimmer of pleasure that signaled he was closing in on cumming, his fingers found her clit, stroking across it and going deep and stroking her g spot. His other hand grabbed her tit and pulled. “Work the other tit, bitch,” he demanded.

She tugged and rolled her nipple, obeying him.

And everything shifted for her. Before there had been an edge of pain, along with the intrusive pressure of his big cock in her bowels. Despite the aggressiveness, he only hurt her marginally. Manageably. Deservingly. But he knew to keep things slick enough for her to not be damaged by the friction. Hence the added lube. She only wished there would be more pain. She deserved it. But she loved that he was such a master at it. She loved that he cared. That the angry fuck had that dimension. And that, in the end, he didn’t cum until she did.

“Joe!” she moaned, overwhelmed by the orgasm that built quickly enough to be a complete surprise. And it only got more overwhelming when he bellowed, “Bitch,” and she felt the heat of his semen as it spurted deep inside.

“Fuck Joe,” she murmured, trembling. And then she sobbed.

“Rachel?”

“I’m sorry I’m such a fucking cunt,” she sniffled.

“Right now, you’re an asshole,” he responded, causing a sniffling laugh from her. “I might have fucked the bitch out of you all those times, but not the truth. Eddie selling his properties when things got tighter. When he stopped having hits. That wasn’t necessary was it?”

“No, but appearance needed to be made.”

“I get that. And I admit I’m impressed. That you’re a cleverer bitch than I thought. And an eviler one.”

“I...”

“Justification?”

“Yeah.”

“Men want it enough to buy it at a high price.”

“Yeah.”

“And the women?”

“The harem was already there. And the thing in Thailand. It’s not like I could change that.”

“And the others are willing?”

“They make good money. Even better with my input.”

“How much does Eddie know?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Eddie is cleverer than he appears as well.”

“True. Al might have been a give-away.”

“I met him intentionally at a party. He literally charmed the pants off of Eddie. I kind of hoped Alex might get involved.”

“And when she wasn’t?”

“Al always has these little slave boys. Really beautiful men. Very submissive. They do whatever Al wants. Including sucking and fucking me.”

“I thought you weren’t into wusses.”

“Aesthetics,” Rachel shrugged. “And I’m in love with one.”

Joe laughed. “I imagined a dungeon in that big house.”

“Yeah,” said Rachel. “Al keeps them down in the basement. Not in shackles or anything, unless that’s part of the fun.”

Joe had continued leaning over her. When his soft penis slipped out, she reached over and pressed a button. The buxom blonde soon entered through the curtain. “Joe needs his penis cleaned,” Rachel ordered. “I need it too, but after.”

The woman nodded, “Yes ma’am,” and left, coming back a couple minutes later with a bowl of hot water and a couple cloths. Joe let her clean him. “Suck sir?” she asked.

“No thanks.”

“You can suck me,” said Rachel.

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” said Joe, putting on his clothes.

Liang giggled when he sat beside her. She had met him at the airport. “Fuck the Bache out of Rache?” she asked.

“Working on it. How was the writer?”

“Not great. His writing is, but he’s a total letch. I told him my husband was in Hong Kong when he came on to me. His disappointment was ... visceral, so I hired him a hooker. I don’t know why I told him you’d left. Probably to tease him. He had a harder time hearing no. So I got him another one, and one for me. He thought he’d gone to heaven, having two whores, but I took mine with me,” she giggled.

“How was she?”

“She was hot. But disappointing. You and our wives have spoiled me.”

“We aim to please. We can use the curtains.”

“Maybe later. The redhead is pretty hot.”

“Problems?”

Liang shook her head. “She’s okay with her life for now. Just some fun. You think she’s hot?”

“Yeah.”

Nate knelt beside Joe. “I think Zooey and I are going to mostly skip Hawaii,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. We want to go to Barbados before we have to start school. Zooey wants to meet Liv. Do you think... ?”

“Liv is definitely her own woman.”

“I could say you thought I should have one more chance for thanking you as a surrogate.”

Joe laughed. “Why not?”

“And she’s got some cool tattoos and piercings. What are your thoughts on tattoos?”

“Definitely not my thing. You’re young, Nate, as is Zooey. It’s pretty permanent.”

“Mine wouldn’t be seen unless I’m intimate.”

“Front or back.”

“Front. No names, if that’s what you’re worried about. A small black widow spider.”

“Like the male who gets eaten?”

“Yeah.”

“And Zooey would have the female.”

“Yeah. Large. And a tramp stamp web. M in the middle, spelling out Mistress in both directions. You know, regular and mirror image. With maybe a silk strand leading to the spider in front. She’s contemplating piercings. Tongue and nipples and maybe clit hood. But we wanted to talk to Liv about that too.”

“Zooey’s eighteen.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re still underage.”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“To tell you the truth, I’m not thrilled. But it’s your body, Nate.”

“It is.”

“You sure you don’t want to enjoy Hawaii?”

“We’ll stay a couple days. Rachel got us tickets. Zooey wants to show me this valley that she found last time she was here with her family. Inland from Waikiki.”

“Manoa, behind the University,” Joe nodded. “It is quite beautiful. You should call Nigel. He likes Barbados.”

“Sure.”

When Nate stood and returned to sit with Zooey, Essie was about to take his place kneeling. Liang arose from her seat. “Sit here, Esther.”

Joe stood and let Liang out and Essie in. “Thanks,” Essie said to Liang while rubbing her pregnant belly. Liang took Essie’s seat beside Celia.

“What was that about?” Essie asked.

“Nate asked about tattoos.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“You told him you’re against it?”

“I did, but...”

“Nate’s decision.”

“I think it’s a fetish. His first fuck. Freaked him out and changed him.”

“The groupie was tattooed?”

“And pierced. Tongue.”

“And Zooey wants to do that for him?”