Chapter 5

To entertain his guests, Diego had rented a two-room suite down the hall from their rooms at the Hilton. One side was a sitting room. It had a sofa, easy chair, coffee table and a small dining table that they had been using for their meeting. The other side had two double beds. When we arrived, papers and computers were picked up and shoved into their bags.

“This is Cleo and this is Kitty,” Diego started the introductions. “Mr. Sato,” he gestured, “and Mr. Tanaka.”

“Hajimemashite,” Mr. Sato said, obviously the senior of the two.

“Konbanwa,” I replied, using a hello I had picked up from the internet over the weekend. I eased over next to Mr. Sato. “Do you like American girls?”

“I don’t know yet,” he replied in English I could barely follow with a smile that indicated anticipation.

Kayla and me had worked out a routine. We had arrived in business casual clothes so as not to attract attention. “Well if you would excuse us for a moment,” I said, and we ducked into one of the bathrooms with our own bags. We let our hair down and changed into matching “work clothes,” short red leather skirts, black satin halters and 5 inch heels. We already had on skimpy black undies. The bras exposed skin below and above a band of lace across our nipples. The thongs were mostly narrow straps. A band of the same lace went down from the waist band and changed to a solid fabric below.

We stepped out into the sitting room and crossed over to where the two guests were sitting. Kayla stood in front of Mr. Tanaka and bent down so he could look down the neck of her halter. I did the same with Mr. Sato and kissed him on the neck. We both allowed a bit of fondling and reciprocated with brief grabs to their crotches.

But we had a plan that didn’t get into it with the men right away. First we went around and sat on the other side of the coffee table. We laid all the way back til our heads rested in the men’s laps. Of course, four hands slid into our tops and under the lace of the bras. But my hand rested on Kayla’s leg and hers on mine. Both hands slid up til we were rubbing each others’ pussies. Of course the men couldn’t see much down there, but the attention at both ends got us sighing and breathing heavily.

At that point we sprang to our feet on the other side of the table. The men were already bug-eyed. Kayla stood behind me and pulled up my halter. Being as seductive as I could be, I slowly unzipped my skirt. Designed for this kind of work, the super heavy duty zipper went all the way down. The skirt became a simple piece of cloth which I used to hide my thong. The men said something that I took to be compliments as I dropped the cloth and revealed the thong. Kayla briefly played with my boobs and pussy from behind before we changed places.

When she was also in her undies, we turned to each other and started kissing. Bras got unhooked (in front) and we took turns sucking on each others boobs. Then Kayla laid down lengthwise on the coffee table with nothing on but the heels and her thong. I kissed her belly lower and lower as I unclipped the straps on her thong. I could tell the men were enthralled as she opened her legs and I kissed my way up her thighs. She moaned loudly as I began to lick her pussy lips, and between them, and pushed two fingers into her vagina. Mr. Sato had one hand on her boob and one on the bulge in his pants. Kayla came pretty quickly and then it was my turn.

There was room on the coffee table for me to kneel over Kayla. I unclipped my thong and positioned myself so she could eat me. Mr. Tanaka’s fingers found her vagina and played with one of my boobs til her licks and the whole situation brought on my own orgasm.

We stood up again. Kayla took Mr. Tanaka by the hand and led him into the bedroom side of the suite. It was funny watching her naked butt as she squeezed herself against his still-clothed hip. Diego commented that perhaps he should leave us alone. He dropped our envelopes on a counter and slipped out the door.