A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)
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				Title: <strong>A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 22:21:20</strong>
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				Bryce strode down the well lit Tokyo street, a man among children. He had told himself that he would get used to the wide eyed gawking of the Japanese one day, but he hadn't thus far. Towering nearly two feet over the average citizen of this city however, social equity was next to the last thing he was worried about this evening, enjoying the wide berth the teeming crowds gave him.<br><br>Finding the alleyway the directions of a family acquaintance had spoken of, he stopped to reach deep into his pocket to find the oft furled handkerchief he kept there. Drawing it, he raised it to cover his nose, to protect himself from the smell of refuse that blanketed the alley, wafting from it in veritable waves. Heaving a great breath through the supple cloth, breathing in the cologne he sprayed upon it each morning, he steeled himself and strode down the alleyway.<br><br>Sprawled about here and there were worn out waifs and drud addicts.&nbsp; More than a few street whores approached him with fevered proposals, half thought out in the lurid light of the dank alley. It was the rare one that didn't curse him as he lumbered past them on his search, but he paid no attention whatsoever to their insults, promising himself he would beat that acquaintance to a pulp again if he saw him. The audacity of such a man, to send me to such a place!<br><br>When he reached the end of the alleyway however, he reached a great courtyard, filled with a well manicured zen garden. Giving it very little thought, his eyes and as a matter of course, he himself, were drawn towards the great structure on the far end of the garden proper.<br><br>This was it, it had to be. Such gardens are not planted lightly, and are quite expensive. The great building, unheralded by anything so crass as a sign, stood before him. Walking through the garden, its babbling brook the only noise ruining the pristine silence of the courtyard, he made his way to the great double doors at the base of Izumi's House Of Pleasure.<br><br>Hefting one open, he stepped just inside, immediately flabbergasted at the simple beauty of the place. The simplicity of its construction spoke to the taste of the owner, as did the few dazzling beautiful women whose eyes rose at once to gaze upon his entry. Trying not to appear the schoolboy he still was, Bryce bowed his head slightly in greeting, unsure where to go from here...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 03:03:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko rose from the red velour loveseat she had been patiently sitting at when the door opened. The night had been quiet in terms of business, so the foyer was mostly empty, save for half a dozen girls attending two Japanese businessmen. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The night air was cool as it gusted in from the opened door, prickling her mostly bare skin with goosebumps. She wore a red fishnet halter top that covered nothing of her ample bosom and a matching red lace thong with straps that rose high on her hips. Her short black hair was done in two braids that fell to her shoulders like a schoolgirl. Though short in stature, her clear plastic pumps gave her several inches in height.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shyly, she walked to the man who had entered, hands nervously in front of her loins, causing her arms to press to the sides of her breasts. She had worked for Miss Izumi for several years, and was not truly shy. It was just a habit that had never broken from her earlier years. Many patrons found her shy young face with pouty lips very arousing and gave them a sense of dominance.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Kanbanwa,” she greeted politely in her native language, matching his bow with one of her own. The man was not Japanese, but she did not know what ethnicity he was. “Welcome to Izumi’s House of Pleasure. I am Michiko.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hesitantly glanced at him and bit her lower lip. He was very young, possibly younger than her 23 years of age. But it was foolish to think that if he was not legal age, he would have no desire to seek out such a place. Michiko reached out, taking hold of his hand with both of hers, gently leading him to the chair she had been keeping warm with her body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 10:00:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;All of the eyes in the room had risen at Bryce's entry. The two businessmen being attended raised theirs as if scalded, expecting a jilted lover to find them perhaps. They looked at him for the least amount of time. The girls attending the men looked at him with more intention, almost with the eyes of defenders in a football game; the look of slight determination that someone would have to deal with him. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The similarity brought a soft sardonic smile to his face, imagining any of these tiny women like the athlete's he continually showed up was quite a disservice to them...There was one woman who was not attending the two businessmen, and only she kept her eyes upon him for more than the brief instant it took for the doors to close behind him. Bryce knew on some level that the girls whose eyes left him did so as this was their job, yet somehow he was insulted that all their attentions weren't lavished upon him. This feeling was of course preposterous, and passed nearly immediately. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bryce watched the girl as she rose, even while he bowed to her his eyes were upon the line of her body. She seemed to rise with a simple grace that belied her short stature, the way a dancer or a tightrope walker might. Once she had risen, she kept her eyes diverted. Bryce wasn't sure if she was actually shy or not, but the action had an endearing quality to it, and he was happy that it was her who had risen to approach him. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She was quite beautiful, and the two of them made quite a pair once she neared him, others might have had quite the chuckle at the many differences between them. She, nearly nude - his modesty intact; he, towering over her, appearing even larger as her shy nature almost made her seem smaller than she really was. Bryce looked down to his loafers after the beauties greeting, uncertain as to whether the conventional rules for a Japanese household applied, but certain he wanted to know. He heard himself saying: "I am Bryce, Bryce Deveaux." he paused briefly there before, "Thank you for the hospitality of this house." <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was thankful the girl knew English, his conversational Japanese was sketchy at best. When the girl took one of his hands in both of hers, he let her lead him to the chair she had been sitting in, this part of the ritual he had carried out a thousand times before in the States. The differences were there though. The clicking of the twosomes footfalls upon the floor seemed nearly rude in the silence of the foyer, with so many people in one room, it was nearly dead silent. Bryce wanted to tiptoe, as one might do when sneaking out of their parents house, but his pride kept him as he was. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He settled into the great chair presented to him, placing his great hands upon his knees, taller than all seated and just below Michiko's eye level. He smiled softly at her and waited again, assuming there was some protocol to follow here, as there was at other such places he had been in the States. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 03:06:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man, Bryce Deveaux, sounded American. His profile fit Michiko’s guess. He almost towered over her, built thick and strong, like many similar visitors to the House. Even when sitting, he almost swelled over her small frame, and now she was sure that he had to be younger than herself. But Miss Izumi was very clear in her rules: none were to be turned away, unless by herself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once she settled him into the low plush chair, her nervous posture resuming with an equal smile. “May I offer you some sake, Deveaux-san? Or perhaps another beverage?” She gestured behind her to the small wet bar, done in the same black polished tile that comprised the floor. Michiko understood English fluently, though her words were thick with an accent, yet another feature that made her seemed inexperienced and young.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wine-colored silk hangings along the wall shifted slightly as movement stirred; one of the businessmen stood up, led by the hands of two other girls in matching transparent lace robes. Together they guided him up the stairs to the second floor suites<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 20:19:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Though Michiko seemed to keep on the balls of her feet, moving surely and gracefully about in that dancer's gait, as soon as Bryce was seated, a tension seemed to leave her features. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When one of the other men in the room, a tiny businessman, stood up - that drew Bryce's eyes as he responded to Michiko. "Sake's fine." These Japanese had it right, Bryce thought as his eyes followed the businessman up the stairs, a girl on each hand. Here, women were expected to attend every need of their man. In a place such as this one, that dynamic was shoved very much into the fore - the seemingly absurdly proper behavior like a veneer over the promise of the carnal this place held. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It seemed to Bryce that too much was put into such things here - and he sat forward in his chair experimentally as Michiko padded her way to the wet bar to service him. He watched her pour the drink intently - the sort of wanting stare a drunkard gives his wife when he's had too many. He wondered if his lack of nuetrality would make her uncomfortable. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When Michiko returned, he knew that she was supposed to set a tiny tray in front of him, and that it was only proper for touch to occur when he bid it. Knowledge however was disregarded as he reached out with his right hand, bending to take a soft hold of her tiny wrist with his right hand before she could set the tray down. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Some unseen force had always attracted Bryce to tiny women, and it was that force that animated his dark eyes as they met Michiko's in the stark silence of their actions.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 21:35:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko nearly dropped the tray holding the single cup of rice wine when Deveaux-san grabbed her wrist. She was not surprised at his touch, rather where he grabbed her. Fondling and cupping were allowed within the foyer, as long as it did not disturb other patrons and was not sexual. She would often sit on the lap of her patron while one hand was underneath the red fishnet of her top, groping away.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Deveaux-san made her genuinely nervous, though her exterior expression did not change. He was much larger, and the way he grabbed her seemed to suggest he was quite forceful with women. But there were rules in Izumi-sama’s House that he must follow, and she must obey her duty to serve him in any way he pleased.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling shyly, she gently wiggled her wrist in his arm, managing to tug it free and present the tray to him. “Your sake, Deveaux-san.” When he took it, she set the small tray on the posh end table, then slid on to his thigh, the smile still on her face. “You must be very excited to experience the House, Devaux-san. Izumi-sama politely requests that you follow certain rules while in her House. Perhaps we could discuss on how I may make your time enjoyable?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 23:49:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ah, that ever present polite conversation...Bryce kept his eyes on Michiko's, especially when she turned hers from his - enjoying the tiny bit of power her slight discomfort gave him. When she'd wriggled her wrist for just over a second, he loosened his grip on it, allowing it to squirm free and her to finish presenting him with his drink.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He took the cup, offered the slight respectful bow of the head that he thought was expected, but never diverted his gaze. Michiko's seemed to weigh no more than a feather as she sat upon his thigh, seemingly balancing slightly to the side as his legs rose at such a sharp angle from the low seated chair. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He listened to the absurdity of a discussion about rules, and lowered his voice to just above a whisper, leaning in to place his face just beside hers - finally relinquishing that gaze. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Sounds more like you telling me things than us discussing them...I will listen though..." his quiet rasping trailed off there, and he leaned back into his seat to offer Michiko a feral grin.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 04:28:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh no, sir,” Michiko exclaimed with a shake of her head. Her black braids whipped once before setting once again on her shoulders. “I did not mean to sound that I was telling you what you must do!” To emphasize, she placed a hand over her breast in apology. “You see, the House offers many things, but not all are what you may desire. Izumi-sama would like nothing more than your visit to her House to be satisfactory. That is why we must talk before we begin.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko had attended to some rough customers in her past, though all always stayed within the House rules. Her small stature and figure attracted not only those with lust, but those with a sense of dominance as well. Deveaux-san seemed to possess both. She shifted nervously, the fabric of his pants rustling underneath her bare buttocks, but still beamed at him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“May I ask what you desire this evening, Deveaux-san? I am quite skilled with kounaiseikou, as well as paizuri, though it is not as popular with a Japanese girl such as me.” She took the hand that wasn’t holding his drink and placed it against her thigh. Perhaps his brisk attitude was simply there because he was tense. Her warm skin might take away some of that tension.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:27:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, i've never heard of those before..." Bryce sat back, offering Michiko a smile of a more tender nature. As he leaned back, he felt her shift along the fabric of his pants - her soft skin zipping along it easily as his knee rose. When she shifted more into his lap than on his thigh, he wrapped his arm whose hand had been resting on her thigh around her to steady her as much as he could, allowing the very tips of his fingers to play gently at the bottom of a tender breast - grazing their way about with animated curiosity. Rather than questing for a way through the fishnet fabric - they found their way about as if savoring the sensation of the material. The fact that Michiko felt sensation from each touch seemed only to widen Bryce's gentle smile.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "I bet you don't get too many who let you do what <em>you</em> want. How about if I request that?" he asked, looking down into her eyes from above, craning his neck to do so and allowing his other hand to play at her thigh opposing the attentions of his more inquisitive hand, it's ministrations a bit less tentative.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:54:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Kounaiseikou,” Michiko repeated, puckering her ruby red lips and pointing to them. “With the mouth. Or paizuri, with the breasts.” To emphasize she lifted her hands to her chest and pressed lightly on the sides, briefly pushing the large globes together in the red netting. “But Japanese women do not have such large breasts, so most patrons prefer one of our American women.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Deveaux-san held her closer, almost like a young child in his lap. His hand toyed with the underside of her breast. Some preferred to grope heavily right through the material, while others liked to slip a hand completely under. For now though, he seemed content with caressing the tiny notches in the netting and the dollops of warm skin beneath. It made a small shiver run up her back, and a small tinge of color to appear in her tan cheeks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His request confused her slightly. Every patron she serviced could tell her in a heartbeat exactly what they wanted her to do, but never said she could perform freely. The idea was intimidating, and she would be more prone to performing unsatisfactory. Michiko was one of Izumi-sama’s pride and joy; to let her down was unthinkable.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have never been asked such a request, Deveaux-san,” she admitted after pursing her lips. “Surely…surely you have some desire that I may perform? If I am unable, I assure you that another will.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:46:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The corners of Bryce's mouth would have ached for hours if he'd managed to widen his smile any more than the slight flush in Michiko's cheeks and her uncertainty did. He found this game quite entertaining. He cast his head back in playful contemplation of her question - already knowing well his answer. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; While he looked up at the gilded ceiling, he let the fingers playing at the bottom of Michiko's breast spread - each seemingly guiding his palm to replace itself. His mid and ring finger found the dark nipple through the fishnet, and captured it gently between themselves - sandwiching it between the soft skin between his knuckles. Bryce watched Michiko's eyes as he played with the peak until it jutted out beyond the fishnet - every once in a great while drawing his hand back to let his index finger trace it gently, kneading slightly and then feathering just its tip. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After playing for some time - he let seeming realization cross his face, and he cast his eyes back to her, his expression one of patience. "You see? I knew you didn't get many who would request that." His eyes lit up as though he had just made some hilarious discovery, "You can tell me that you can look at me and tell me there is not something <em>you</em> would like to do? If you can, I will pay for your services in full right now and be on my way - won't say a word to no one." The last to statements he made were a whisper, his hand rising from her thigh to grip her hand to reinforce what he said. 
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:34:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tinge of red in Michiko’s cheeks deepened, slowly matching the hue of her skimpy outfit. Her breast was alight with a pleasurable tingle as Devaux-san helped himself to her flesh. His fingers teased her nipple, first pinching it softly and coaxing it to harden. She had to stifle a quiver from her lips as his fingertips played with the stiff bud. The feeling was unrelenting as he continued, but she kept herself silent lest she disturb the other patron or girls.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hands once again became forceful, though not in a sexual way. One hand continued to tease her breast, the other gripping her wrist. His dominance conflicted with what he said. Why did he wish to give her free reign in control, yet so forcefully hold her while playing with her body?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Onegai,” she breathed, squirming slightly in his lap. The tingling pleasure had long since gravitated to her loins. “I will be unable to perform properly as how you desire. I do not wish to get in trouble with Izumi-sama, Deveaux-san. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:40:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Aw c'mon..." Bryce drawled out, releasing his tight grip upon her hand to roll it upon his own gently, letting his thumb play, gently kneading just below the meeting of the base of Michiko's wrist and her thin arm. His great hand engulfed her entire arm with ease - always playful. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Bryce did not recognize the japanese she had used, but he recognized want when he saw it nonetheless. He saw however some sort of fear in her eyes as she spoke to him. He wasn't sure of what, but given a guess, he would have said it wasn't for only her job. He found this very curious, <em>this Izumi must be quite the woman.</em> He made a mental note of that, but he put it aside for now, it was Michiko he was interested in this moment...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bryce released her nipple from his playful hand so it could find the other, repeating his gently thorough coaxing of the other at much the same cadence. "Trouble?" he whispered to her softly, "I won't be any trouble I promise...We can head on up to one of those rooms..." Bryce cocked his head towards the stairs in gesticulation there. "...and you can do whatever you like, tell Izumi - sama that I asked for whatever you do." He locked his eyes on hers and let his index finger do it's best impression of a fluttering butterfly on the nipple he had so playfully coaxed into his grasp.<br>"I'll pay whatever the act requires, that's no problem..." Bryce trailed off, releasing her wrist to let his hand fall again to her thigh - but this time - he let it search surely against the supple flesh there for the bones that lie just underneath, pressing gently - his fingertips playing with the verge of the thong there, holding playful promises within each touch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:34:10</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Deveaux-san moved to her other nipple, and soon, it was identical to its sister, like a pebble in a fishing net. Both of Michiko’s breasts now tingled, and she stifled another gasp as his other hand began to work near her loins. He wasn’t touching her inappropriately yet, but if he continued, he might break one of the foyer rules.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Reluctantly, she bobbed her head. “Very well, Deveaux-san,” she quivered. “I am not a forceful girl…but…but I would like to suck you… then maybe feel you inside of me and make you happy. Only, I do not know how to properly charge for this service. It is why Izumi-sama adheres to such a strict business. But maybe we could come to an agreement in the privacy of one of the House suites?”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;It was going against Izumi-sama, but if Michiko didn’t follow the wishes of her customer, she might lose him altogether. Then, she would undoubtedly feel Izumi’s lash in the basement. It was a little more than just a literal slap on the wrists, but it was the only method of discipline the House presented. Michiko knew that a sore bottom was preferable to the alternatives, as did all the girls.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 20:44:55</strong>
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				"That sounds just fine." Bryce rumbled gruffly, thinking a moment before adding, "This Izumi lady, she ever work the floor?" He gave no thought to the indelicacy of using such phrasing, curious now at the third or fourth mentioning of that ladies name in particular. He waited for her answer patiently, and then shifted so as to have the two of them stand. <br>"You going to lead the way then?" he asked, wrapping his long arm around her shoulders as much as possible, annoyed that he was much too tall to do so properly. He waited as patiently as he could - but his need for action was already grating against the length and breadth of time it took for things to happen in this house. That resulted in a slight shuffling of his feet, but no more. So far, the place had been interesting and beautiful, but hadn't lived up to the billing just yet. He smiled, sure that would change once he got into one of those suites...
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:17:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You have not heard of Izumi-sama?” Michiko asked in surprise. She had long since guessed was new to the House, but was amazed that he had never heard of the mistress who owned it. “She is quite famous in Japan. She is very beautiful, but also is very skilled in business. Her House is the most profitable in all of Tokyo. I dream that I could one day be as successful as her, but I lack neither her looks nor upbringing.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko slid off his Devaux-san’s lap, then gently took his hand in both of hers, gently tugging until he got up from the velour loveseat. His arm around her shoulder pressed her close as he stood, making him tower over her even more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Izumi-sama has retired from such regular business, but she does offer her service for…” she trailed off, then looked away embarrassed. “Forgive me, Deveaux-san, I do not wish to insult you. Izumi-sama’s prices are very high, far beyond triple of my own. I do not wish to overburden you, especially if it is your first time within her House.”
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				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 02:37:00</strong>
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				"Money is not an issue, Michiko." Bryce replied flatly as he walked with her to the stairs. He found himself surprised he hadn't heard of such a woman, but chocked it up to being new in town. "Tell me more of her." he said as their offbeat footfalls switched from the thick clatter of the finished floor of the foyer to the slightly higher timbre clatter of striking the elevated stairs. <br><br>He followed Michiko up the stairs, unable to really walk up them beside her, but he kept one of her tiny hands within one of his at all times, his mind already far beyond the door to the second floor suite they would inevitably enter. If this Izumi had worked the floor before - he was sure the money his parents threw his way would convince her to service him. Immediately his mind wandered to that eventuality as he allowed himself to be led up the stairs. 
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:08:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’m afraid there is not much I can tell you of Izumi-sama that I have not already told you,” Michiko apologized. “She is a very beautiful Japanese woman and is quite cultured.” She gestured around them at the decorations of the foyer before they made it to the second floor landing. Not all were Japanese, but extended to many different themes and styles from around the globe. “During her time, she was said to be the woman most desired by men across the world. People would travel great lengths for just a moment of her attention. Now she owns this House, but offers herself for a very respectable, but generous price when such a spender arrives.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko hid more than a little of the truth. She knew a little more of Izumi-sama than she let on. But she was under strict instructions to not talk about her previous ventures and life, as it might attract the wrong sort to the House. Plus, it would be gossiping, and she respected her mistress far too much to do anything of the sort behind her back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The second floor was dimly lit by lamps along the wall. The floor was covered in a deep blue carpet, the walls in a lush wood paneling. Ahead of them, one of the women in the lace robe from before walked towards them, carrying a tray of tea, then entered one of the suites. Michiko led Deveaux-san to the end of the hall, then stood obediently before the door, hands cupped in front of her. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And if I may bring up the topic of payment, Devaux-san,” Michiko said politely as she guided him down the hall. “My charge is 500,000 Yen, and if I am not mistaken, that is somewhere around 5,000 American dollars?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 01:46:07</strong>
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				Bryce listened more intently than he was used to doing, his interest piqued by this Izumi. He stopped in place a few steps short of the door to the room when Michiko spoke of the generous rate at which Izumi offered herself. <br><br>Reaching into the back pocket of slacks before her prompt, he pulled out his wallet with a grin when she mentioned her own fee. "How do you want it?" he asked playfully, knowing he had enough in actual cash, but such houses often offered other methods for playing and his question was more serious than not. <br><br>After her answer, he asked: "So how does one get to have some time with Izumi-sama?" a bit tepidly, not sure whether the girl would be disappointed at his question or otherwise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 23:06:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The House accepts any form of payment that is most beneficial to you,” Michiko said earnestly. “As long as it is trustworthy and official. There are several minor rules that are to be followed that may affect payment as well, but they are very simple, and I will let you read them as I prepare for your stay.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The House rules were indeed very simple, only numbering to about three. Michiko of course had them memorized, but each suite contained a copy for the patron to read. Patrons usually skimmed them while she ran a bath, lit candles, or prepared tea.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Devaux-san continued to press about her mistress. Michiko squirmed shyly in the doorway, casting her eyes down. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind; even without him, she had made a considerable amount of money that night alone, even if it had been slow. It was the feeling of neglect, that he found something wrong with her. But then again, it might have just been the exotic allure of Izumi-sama that dwarfed her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Izumi-sama is a very busy woman,” she admitted softly. “She sees very few patrons in the time of a week, and her schedule is often full months in advance.” She smiled shyly. “Even when she is retired, men still claim she is the best. If…if you desire, I could go and tell her you are interested in scheduling an appointment, but it may be quite some time, and Izumi-sama never cancels unless it is someone very important.” Michiko tucked her head in apology. “That is, I am not saying you are not important, Devaux-san. It is just that you are not familiar with my mistress yet.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 12:50:13</strong>
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				Bryce removed exactly five thousand dollars from his wallet, placing it back within his pocket to bend as Michiko hurried about the room, placing the sum on one of the tiny tables beside the futon sitting centrally in the room. Leaning back, he took a seat upon the futon itself.<br>He wasn't exactly sure what protocol was in this situation, and so he decided simply to wait, seeing no clearly posted rules - such an idea brought a smile to his face - rules, in the house of such call girls? Somehow, it seemed preposterous - no more so than some of the ways football teams were ranked though...<br>When Mickiko spoke of Izumi again, he listened quite intently, his smile slowly fading with her explanation. "It would be great if you would," he responded to her question, realizing such a wait would let him experience some of the houses varied girls and their talents before Izumi herself decided to meet him or not. "...If nothing else, it would be interesting to meet your mistress." He said little else, his playful eyes locked on Michiko's intently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night At Izumi's  (NileGoddess and Decrepitdan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 01:23:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko bobbed her body in a quick little bow. “As you wish, Deveaux-san. I will go see if Izumi-sama is available. Please, relax in the meantime, and enjoy the room to its fullest.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She left moving in small, stuttering steps on her clear plastic heals, softly shutting the door behind her. Izumi-sama’s office was located on the top floor of the House.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, Sato-san, I completely understand,” Mika Izumi said over the phone as she absently paced along the floor to ceiling windows in her posh office, “I do not wish to upset your wife. My next opening is in one month. Of course, if you have any time free before that, you are always welcome to visit my business.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mika Izumi disconnected her phone, the latest model that wasn’t even released to the public. It was a sleek cell phone, thin and consisting of the latest technology with a touch interface. Just a little gift from a friend in the right spot, like many other toys she had.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She tugged the hem of her satin dress down. The short, tight black garment had a habit of riding up her curved hips, and with no panties, she would be breaking her own policy on public nudity. It was a European import, with bare sections at her side and shoulders, creating the illusion that she wore a halter top with long sleeves. Her large breasts sat nestled in the open oval at the top of her dress. Izumi had a naturally small chest, but money had bought her the finest implants on the planet. The color of her hair matched the deep ebony of her dress, pooling to just beneath her shoulder blades.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a small knock at her office door. “Come in,” she called.&nbsp; The door opened, and Michiko stepped into the room. <br><br>Izumi smiled. Michiko was one of her favorite girls. Blessed with the face of a 15 year old girl and the body of a 30 year old woman, Michiko possessed a natural shyness that drove out that inner lust in men for young women. Her large natural breasts were sheathed inside a see-through fishnet halter top, her hair in little pigtails, and her hands cupped in front of the crotch of her red satin thong. When she stood before her, she seemed to grow even more shy and timid.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Konbanwa, Izumi-sama,” Michiko said, bowing perpendicular at the waist to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Konbanwa, Michiko-chan,” Izumi replied, stepping close to the girl as she straightened. She reached out, adjusting the edge of her halter top and its high collar, then cupped her breasts in her hands, making sure they were well supported. Afterwards, she flipped her braids forward so they rest in front of her shoulders. “How is the evening going?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, Izumi-sama, though business is slow tonight,” Michiko said as Izumi groomed her, squirming as a young child would under her hands. <br><br>Izumi smirked and cupped her chin, lifting her doe-like eyes to hers. “I take it there’s something you would like to ask me?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She winced, then nodded, her chin still cupped. “Hai. I know you are very busy, Izumi-sama, but there is a patron who would like to indulge in your service.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi chuckled. “Michiko-chan, you know better than to promise House guests time with me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko nodded earnestly again. “Hai, and I did not promise him. I was reluctant, but this man, Bryce Deveaux, seems to be quite rich. He has provided enough money for my session in cash. But, he is quite young as well, so young that I at first thought him to be below the age for sex.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi raised an eyebrow at her remark. She could only remember one incident of having to deal with an underage client, and she was certain it would be the last. But Michiko’s word was trustworthy enough. So this Bryce Deveaux was young, and he sounded American or possibly European, not to mention very wealthy. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“…he desired to meet you, and I did not want to upset him,” Michiko continued. “I hope you are not angry with me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Hmm….and Sato-san just cancelled…if nothing else, it might be entertaining. After all, it is a pretty quiet night like Michiko-chan said.</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi smiled, running her palm along Michiko’s china-doll face. “Why don’t you send him in? Sato-san won’t be coming in, and I would hate to waist this nice evening. I’m curious to see Deveaux-san for myself.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hai, Izumi-sama. As you wish.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko turned to the door and Izumi gave her a pat on her small round ass, ushering her out the door.<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Michiko quietly entered the room. Deveaux-san was still waiting for her. She beamed happily at him. “I have good news, Deveaux-san. Izumi-sama had a cancellation this evening and she wishes to meet with you. Please, follow me to her office.”
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