Chapter 4

A month later, Estella’s weekly Tuesday post-class tryst with Ken, about half the time at his little apartment and the other at Keiko’s fancy condo, had some changes to it. For one, they usually met later, had dinner and then went to whatever place Ken decided. This time Ken asked her sotto voce, “Meet me outside the classroom after class.”

When she did, he told her he’d be picking her up along the way of her walk home. She liked walking everywhere, even after work, enjoying the weather in paradise, especially in the evenings. More than once she’d walk to the beach and remove her shoes to feel the waves caress her feet, finding it soothing, almost curative in the sound and feel of the ocean after the gapes and gawks of the men she teased. Sometimes, nearing home, she’d enter the dark waters fully, t shirt and shorts and all, having bribed the deskman at the Sheraton Waikiki to stash her stuff behind his counter. Perhaps his finding her charming had as much to do with accepting the bribe as anything. He’d even let her borrow one of the hotel’s big towels.

She pointed and told Ken, “Meet me in the residential area.”

“Taylor Street?” he asked.

Estella shrugged, not knowing the names of those streets, and walked slowly towards them while he headed to his car.

These were modest sized homes, some sort of project from the sixties, but even they, knowing Hawaii, probably cost quite a lot. Perhaps because of the cost, a few had been built later, the sameness broken up by more tailored houses.

But the residential nature made it far less trafficked by autos or pedestrians, especially at the time, early afternoon, so no one noticed Estella getting into Ken’s car.

He drove them to Waikiki, found a parking spot, and handed her a cardkey. “This will get you into Keiko’s,” he told her.

“Not coming?” she asked.

Ken shrugged.

Despite the key, Estella knocked lightly on Keiko’s door, not expecting an answer, but just as she was ready to use the key, Keiko opened it, looking far more dressed than usual. “Guest room,” she whispered in Estella’s ear while hugging her, and then grabbed her purse and left the apartment.

Opening the door, she was about to exclaim, “Joe!” before he silenced her with a finger in front of his mouth and closed the door behind her.

Once closed, they embraced and kissed, Estella coaxing him to the bed, whereupon she pushed him onto it, straddling his middle, and racing to undo the buttons on his fancy off white shirt. He had less to do lifting up her t shirt, waiting for her to finish her task before pulling her down to recommence the kissing while undoing her bra.

Tossing it aside, they relished feeling naked torsos meeting. Joe pulled her under him and pressed his hardness against her damp center, still annoyingly separated by cloth. Soon enough though she turned them over again, moved lower, undid his belt, button, and zipper before pulling his slacks down, along with his jockey shorts, allowing his long thick cock to bounce free. Once she’d discarded the clothes, she leaned over and sucked, no teasing involved, until she swallowed his bitter seed.

He pulled her up to share the burden of that bitterness while his hands worked on the button of her shorts. She took over the attempt and, standing and balancing on the bed, flung away her shorts and panties and planted her pussy atop his mouth, Joe propping his head and bending his back enough to give her access to reviving his penis.

It didn’t take all that long for him to revive again what with his excitement being finally back with his lover, but distraction and the panting she needed to do had her keeping him hard with her fist while he continued pleasuring her with his mouth, not a lot longer before succeeding in bringing her to orgasm.

Flopping onto her back, legs wide, she welcomed his big body atop her, her hand guiding his glans to rub her juicy center, moistening it, preparing it for entrance. He finally and carefully pushed it in.

“Oh God Joe!” she exclaimed. “How I missed you!”

“Me too,” he grunted.

Mostly wordless moans, groans and panting ensued for the next several minutes, beginning with a slow fuck resembling much more making love as they gazed at each other, eyes connecting. But the intensity of pleasure inevitably took over, her hands on his muscled butt encouraging him to speed up. As he did, he angled them until his thrusts seemed to hit only the most sensitive bits inside her, his body lifted at his knees, his arms balanced on his elbows while he held her ass, often as not giving it squeezes while seeming to open her wider and then pulling her tighter around his aggressive, rock hard cock.

Everything he did seemed designed to bring her ecstasy, sending her over enough to make her lose count, as if that mattered, and ever quicker in their arrival until, with his final onslaught, it seemed like all peaks with little valleys until it actually reached its highest peak as he pressed deep and writhed against her upon his release.

“Fuck,” she murmured.

“Wow,” Joe agreed.

Pulling her over him, they rested and kissed lightly, all the energy left allowed.

“So you’re here,” she murmured.

He laughed.

“This going to be a thing?” she asked hopefully.

“Unfortunately not, at least for the time being.”

“That sounds somewhat hopeful,” she noticed.

“I’m an unknown yet,” he explained. “Which allowed me to hook up with Keiko for a night when I arrived.”

“Wish I could have been here,” Estella smirked.

“All work unfortunately. Gave her a night off.”

“I imagine she appreciated it.”

“She did. But I brought all of Jackie’s work and studied what Ken’s been finding.”

“He’ll be the conduit?”

“Yep.”

“But we’re all congregated here.”

“Which is why this is a onetime thing,” Joe agreed. “The cover works with Keiko being Ken’s...”

“Companion.”

“Yep. And you...”

“Being his illicit affair. And us meeting here sometimes...”

“Suggests a threesome.”

“Me being bisexual is a thing, yes?”

“The man’s kink,” Joe agreed.

“So ... us?”

“May take some time to develop. The man likes meeting with his colleagues and partners and whomever he’s working with at his club.”

“Showing off his girls.”

“Yes and...”

“Another faraday cage.”

“Yep.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met him.”

“On purpose I think. Monday thru Wednesday isn’t just the worst days for stripping...”

“But the most private for him.”

“Only the ladies who’ve proven themselves are there for these meetings.”

“They hook up?”

“Probably.”

“You don’t know?”

“Queenie hasn’t been invited, so ... We’re pretty sure there’s rooms above used for trysts. The businessmen never leave with a lady.”

“So there’s somewhere else there for them to get laid. Why do you think they don’t go with the businessman?”

“People like us spying on him. He’s the exception though. He as often as not leaves with a couple of girls. Either he feels above the law or...”

“He can just say they’re his employees.”

“Yep. So, I’m meeting with him this evening at the club.”

“Your cover?”

“Real estate cum human trafficker. I’m playing a complete scumbag, Stell.”

“How’d you get that set up?”

“Wasn’t easy. Plenty of subterfuge which included a completely hidden taking over of what once was a Russian mob thing on the east coast that had morphed into a much more diverse group of scumbags.”

“The operation freed some ladies I presume.”

“Giving them the usual choices. The girls brought in from various parts of Eastern Europe were given choices what they wanted to transition into. Weirdly, a few wanted to continue their work as escorts, so we set them up in Miami.”

“Not all from Eastern Europe?”

“They were branching to more local captures, youngsters from the Midwest or wherever.”

“Runaways?”

“The usual,” Joe sighed.

“So a mission preceding this one.”

“Part one basically. This one’s harder because the man is smarter. But my cover is wanting to bring in new blood for the west coast, basically San Diego. We caught some feelers from the man wanting to expand. A scumbag from Vancouver, from an old Yakuza family we think, wants in as well. Yakuza and Tong have never gotten along, bad blood and all that, but the man is independent. Probably because he’s in bed with mainland China rather than Hong Kong. How he feels about Japanese I don’t know but I guess I’ll find out.”

“Okay, so...?”

“I’ll come visit again while you’re working.”

“And become infatuated with me.”

“And I’ll ask if you could be one of the girls for the meetings. Unfortunately you’ll need to be indoctrinated.”

“Whore training.”

“Unfortunately. You’ll be vetted by the Dragon Lady and the uncle.”

“Oh well.”

“Sorry.”

“Light at the end of the tunnel.”

“There is that. Unfortunately it’ll probably just be trysts.”

“How does the man come in if I’m to end up with him?”

“Rave reviews.”

“And some interest on my part?”

“Be subtle about it.”

“I will. Some girl on girl on stage would help.”

“Probably. Problem is we’re pushing it. According to Queenie it usually takes more than two months to vet the girls.”

“She told me the same. So maybe a month of driving you nuts?”

“You too,” he laughed.

“I know a couple girls sneak a fuck for extra.”

“If you think that’s safe.”

“I’ll find out.”

“Good idea.”

She shifted back and found his hard-on, guiding it back in. Like him staying hard, just being in his presence kept her juices flowing.

“Sore?” he asked.

“Kei’s got a Joe sized dildo,” she grinned.

This time Joe lasted even longer. Her riding him to a couple orgasms helped since he tended not to cum nearly as quickly with a woman on top, and then he moved behind her, his second favorite view of her. She had a world class ass. He knew this would be a marathon, so he started slow, both of them with eyes closed to experience every nuance, but gradually his speed built, a medium pace for a long time before pounding into her for exquisite, intense pleasure for both of them, especially at their shared climax.

“Gotta go,” he said too soon after relaxing.

“Not going to shower?” she asked watching him dress.

“And wash off your sweet scent?” he replied.

A minute after he left, Keiko entered the room, still in street clothes. “Hungry?” she asked Estella.

“Starved,” she replied. “Let me shower and dress.”

“No need,” Keiko grinned, tossing Estella the familiar transparent robe.

Keiko had made yakitori.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Estella told her after sipping the miso soup.

“It relaxes me on my time off,” Keiko explained. “Better when shared.”

Estella realized how lonely Keiko must have been.

“We should do something,” Estella offered.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, just something together. What would you want to do?”

“I haven’t been to Kauai in a while,” Keiko said. “But you have your classes and your dancing.”

“I could skip.”

“Play hooky?”

“Why not?”

“Next week?”

“Sounds great. I haven’t been to any of the other islands.”

“You can’t play hooky every week,” Keiko pointed out, “or I’d love to show you.”

“You know I don’t really care all that much about my classes.”

“Yes you do.”

Despite just being cover, Estella had to admit Keiko was right.

“Maybe in a month we could do it again,” Estella suggested.

“Let’s see how it goes.”

“Okay. When’s Ken coming by?”

“He’s not.”

“Johns?”

“None,” Keiko sighed. “I’m getting burned out, Stell.”

“Then quit or take some time off. You must have plenty of money, and whatever’s going on,” Estella pointed upwards, “must have been well covered by now.”

“It’s what I’m good at.”

“You’re also good at cooking. There must be other things.”

“I write dirty stories for a website. True stories of my sexual exploits.”

“Show me.”

“Okay.”

Keiko got up to retrieve her laptop, and when she did, Estella cleaned up the table. They sat close while Keiko brought up the site and went to her page where her icon showed her legs spread open and pushing the Joe sized dildo into her.

“Nice photo,” Estella chuckled.

“Ken took it,” Keiko laughed, “before fucking my ass for some double penetration.”

“Of course.”

“You can actually see my butthole’s kind of shiny.”

Estella shook her head. “Let me read.”

Calling herself Kay O (“My initials,” she explained), she described herself as a hot and horny bitch always looking for adventure, “in all the best places.”

“Where should I start?” Estella asked.

“My first. I’ve gotten better, but that one’s probably the most real. I never reveal my age, because there’s age restrictions, but I was actually fifteen.”

The story described a tour done by a resort. She and her younger brother went on it, because their mother wanted her own time, to fuck some rich asshole. A father and son also participated on the tour, both obviously interested in her. She decided her first time would be with the father, mostly for lessons on how to best please a man, though she did find him attractive, before moving onto the son for what turned out to be his first time. The cleverest part was her hooking the father up with a curvaceous Greek woman who the father also had his eyes on, thus clearing the way for getting with the son without being noticed.

“All true?” Estella asked.

“With embellishments. The father did attempt charming the Greek woman, but she ended up more interested in me.”

“Did anything come of that?”

“The last night we could have. Not my first Sapphic experience, though the first in which I touched all bases. She let me know she had seen my game, the father never had a chance, and inviting me into her room, she showed me why.”