Chapter 10: Civil Discourse

Kira felt like she was watching her own life from a distance. Her life had been turned upside down the day they left Tokyo, and they had spun around so much she was dizzy trying to keep up. She had started at an American private school that her father had convinced his company to pay for. She felt out of place there as they all came from very wealthy or prestigious families. She had been excited her first day pulling up in the huge Escalade her father had insisted on driving. That movie star feeling had lasted until they pulled into the drop off zone.

Kira and Miku got out and realized that while their car was a mark of luxury above their old life, here they were at the bottom. Their Cadillac was 3-4 years old, and it seemed like every other car was worth two or more times what theirs was. Kids in designer clothes hung out before class, casually flaunting watches that cost more than the car her father had dropped her off in.

The differences were even more obvious once she started her classes. Miku quickly faded into the backround just like she did in Japan. Kira was somewhat jealous of her ability to quietly get by without expectations or people trying to get something. Kira discovered quickly that being admired by the boys made her hated by the other girls. She refused to dress down and was stunningly put together every day, which meant she was a paria to the girls by the end of the week.

Snide comments about her, “obviously fake boob job” and being an “exotic cock sucker” left her near tears by the end of most days. She couldn’t help hearing the muttered names as she walked through the halls. The boys, seemingly unpracticed in being turned down became hostile when she didn’t immediately drop her panties for the chance to be with them. She quickly learned they called her “The Taxi” because she was yellow and “would gave anyone a ride.” It seemed so unfair that she was immediately branded a slut because she wouldn’t sleep with them on request.

The only thing that she looked forward to was her time at Mr. Tucker’s house. She would make the long walk to his house in the morning, gym bag over her shoulder to exercise. At first he would just sit on the porch with his coffee and watch her, admiringly as she swam. Then after their night making love, the relationship had changed.

She had shown up that morning wearing the swimsuit her mother insisted on. Mr. Tucker was on his porch, and small box in his hand. He had motioned for her to come up to the deck when he saw her come through the side gate. She hesitated, thinking he was going to tell her it was better for her not to come back over, or that his wife was coming back and he didn’t want complications. It happened often to her friends that had taken older lovers for spending money in Tokyo.

He stood up when she approached, and pulled her into a long heavy kiss. She melted into his strong arms, feeling his warmth against the cool morning air. When their lips parted he smiled at her, eyes twinkling and gave her ass a squeeze.

“Mmmm, good morning baby,” he practically growled. Her pussy tingled with just the thought that he may take her again. She was still sore from the day before, but was willing to do anything he wanted if it would make him happy. She couldn’t understand why she felt the need to please him, especially how often he switched between professional and personal.

“Good morning Mr. Dan!” His fingers pressed against her lips and he clucked his tongue dissaprovingly. She paused, then unable to meet his eys, whispered, “Good morning ... Daddy”

“Good girl, you’re getting it. Here I have something for you.” He slipped a finger under her shorts to stroke her pussy and she jumped and squealed. “Well two things I suppose,” while laughing and withdrawing the teasing finger. He motioned to a decent sized box on the table in front of him.

The paper was sky blue, tied up with white ribbons ending in an elaborate bow. “Honto-ne? Really, are you serious?” He just laughed and pointed to the tag with elaborate script, that read “Kira” She dropped her bag on the deck and excitedly pulled the cover off the box. Inside was a portfolio like he kept his record of models in on top of white tissue paper.

Kira opened the folder and was stunned to find a model portfolio of her! She looked goreous, in the sexy swimsuits she had worn at their first photo shoot. She remembered being nervous and awkward but these photos showed a confident sexy woman who wasn’t afraid of anything. She barely recognized herself, and started to tear up. She couldn’t believe that this girl existed, she certainly hadn’t felt like it since she had moved. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, before looking up at Mr. Tucker.

Seeing his concerned face pushed her over the edge. Clinging to the small folder she buried her face into his chest, hugging him and sobbing openly. Through the tears she started blubbering, “Arigotto! Thank you! You do not understand what this means to me. I have felt alone and afraid ever since my father forced us to move. No one here besides my family speaks my Japanese, and I have to think so hard to say things when it is easy for everyone else. My friends are trying but soon it will be too much trouble for them to call me with the time change.”

She continued as all her frustrations bubbed out, “My mother doesn’t understand what it is like because she just follows my father everywhere. Miku just blends in where ever she goes and I can’t talk to anyone about that. My father just works all the time and is always cheating on my mother. I know he fucks a girl from my class in Tokyo when he goes home. She brags about the things he buys her to people. I just want to be at the beach with my friends and have everything go back to normal and know what is going to happening tomorrow. I look in the mirror and don’t know who I am, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!

My mother is telling me that I dress like a whore, so she makes me wear these terrible things and either boys want to sleep with me or they treat me like nothing. My Aunt told me my mother slept with many American men when she was my age, which is why she doesn’t trust you. I think she loved one truly and he left her so she takes it out on me. To her I will be a sad wife no matter what I do so I should be sad with honor and dress like an old woman.” She paused to look up. Mr. Tucker looked sympathetic but a little confused by the streams of incoherent Japanese as she sobbed into his chest.

She sniffed and he gently wiped her eyes clear with his thumb, kissed her on the forehead and gently squeezed her tightly to him. He was warm and he smelled good. He also treated her like a woman, and made her feel beautiful and desired like no boy ever had. This man who lived in a beautiful home and worked with some of the most beautiful women she had ever seen had chosen her, had told she was sexy and mature and made her believe he was telling the truth.

“Thank you ... daddy ... You make me feel happy when nothing else makes me feel happy.” In a small voice, part of her wished he wouldn’t be able to hear, she whispered, “Please don’t let me go, you are all I have now...” His arms gave her a gentle reasuring squeeze, and she knew he had heard.

He kissed thhe top of her head, “You’re mine now, why would I ever let you go?” he whispered into her hair.

They stood like that until her breathing was steady again and she reluctantly pulled away from the hug. She imagined her face must look red and puffy from crying and all she wanted to do was not look like a little girl who had just had a melt down. She just wanted to stay in his embrace all day.

“There’s more in the box Kira. I got you some things I thought you’d like.” He gestured to the open box and gently removed the portfoli from her hands. It was slightly bent from her grip on it when she had lost control. He gently smoothed it in his hands and placed it carefully on the table. “Don’t worry, I have hundreds of these and I can print more out when we take more pictures.”

She smiled, and really felt it for the first time in weeks. She started pulling out parcels wrapped in the delicate tissue paper. She was completely astonished by the contents, not daring to believe that these were really for her. Several gorgeous slip dresses from designers she recognized were on top. She had seen these in her magazines and knew they shouldn’t even be out yet. Two pairs of heels followed that she wouldn’t have been able to afford in a year of working a part time job, each.

Further down were several fairly scandalous club dresses. They were gorgous but she didn’t know if she could go somewhere showing that much skin. These dresses were meant for perfect bodies and he had gotten them for her! In the bottom was lingerie that made the club dresses look like Amish garments. These accentuated what clothes were meant to hide, drew the eye to what was covered. Her breath caught as she imagined wearing them for Mr. Tucker. She felt herself quiver thinking of standing in front of him in the lingerie, his eyes eating her in and his hands all over her body. The thought of it produced set her cheeks to a flush and she barely noticed there was more. At the very bottom, there were three small white boxes, which she opened carefully.

The first was fine white, silver lined choker. It was delicate as lace with a fairy like feeling of workmanship. In small cursive letters on the inside were words. She struggled with American cursive and held it up for Mr. Tucker to read. He touched two fingers to the band and said gently, “Daddy’s Girl”. She blushed, it was almost as if he was claiming property by labeling it. She realized she didn’t mind that thought entirely.

The second box was a belly ring, this one with a little heart on it. The back of the heart read, “Sexy Bitch”. She laughed at this one, wearing it around her mother would be almost a subtle act of defiance. Her mother didn’t even know she had a belly piercing as she always took it out when she wore clothes that exposed her midrift.

The final box took her breath. A white gold necklace, inlaid with small diamonds caught the morning sun and threw rainbows into the air. It was nicer than anything her mother even owned and her father had bought jewelry for her to wear and impress his business associates with. She cradled the delicate piece and turned it around. Very small around the backing of the central gem was an inscription so delicate she couldn’t make it out.

“Daddy, what does this say?” she held up the piece for him to examine. He laughed and wrapped his big hands around hers.

“It says that you’re my girl now. From here on out, you belong here.” He reached down and kissed her again, leaving her breathless. “When I take you out, I want you to wear this. It allows other men to know that you’re mine.” He smiled, hands roaming down her body possessively.

She carefully returned the items to the box. “May I leave these items here? My mother will not understand if she sees these.” He nodded and she began to carefully pack the items away in the box.

Mr. Tucker waved her off and started pushing her towards the pool. “Go get your workout in, I’ll repack it and clear some space in my closet for you. That way you stay nice and fit for me and I get to watch you change when you come over.” She grinned and started for the pool. A hard smack on her ass caught her by surprise and she shrieked, spinning with her hands covering her bottom to see him laughing. She giggled and backed away slowly, hands still covering her smarting bottom.

She showered, dreaming of him coming into the room and making love to her right there under the steaming water. After putting on the horrible suit her mother insisted on she went out and began to swim. She could feel his eyes on her, coffee in hand. It was nice to be admired, to have someone who was successful feel like she was an equal to him.

He was at the side of the pool when she finished with a warm towel. The air was getting colder and he wrapped it around her shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze in the process. He looked at his watch, sighed and let her go. “You’ve got to get going home now. Can’t have you missing school.”