Hanging around in Tokyo.

"What shall we do tomorrow? We still have a week until we fly home." Jessie said to her two friends, as they sat at the bar of Tokyo Joe's Sushi House.
"I don't know. Should we go hang out in Shibuya again?" Abbie replied as she took another piece of raw fish from the revolving line.
"I'm getting bored of the same old same old. I want to try something new. Something that tourists don't normally get to do." Gracie moaned.
"What did you have in mind?" Abbie asked her.
"I don't know. Just something unusual."
"Maybe I can help."
The girls all looked at the old man behind the counter. Joe. Not the original "Tokyo Joe" but his son.
Handing each of the girls a special piece of sushi, he smiled and told them what he had to offer.

Jessie felt the very air in the room hung heavy with the power and wealth, that the dozen middle aged men there present represented. She found it a heady mix. As did her two friends.
Gracie wondered if the sharply dressed man who had just taken a piece of sushi was Joe's son. Joe never showed any reaction as he replaced the morsel the man was now raising to his mouth.
Abbie gave a little shiver. She still could not believe that they were all laid on tables in Joe's restaurant. Each of them naked but for three large, strategically placed flowers. Their bodies covered in raw fish, which these powerful men were plucking off their skin with chopsticks.

"WOW ! I never expected that to be such a rush." Abbie sighed as she sat up on the edge of her table.
"Me neither." Replied Gracie, as she slowly peeled the flower, and the double sided tape, off of her left breast.
Joe smiled as he came back through from the kitchen area, seeing the girls voluptuous breasts in their entirety for the first time.
"Did you girls enjoy yourselves?" He asked, as he stood before the three seated girls.
"I know I did." Jessie grinned.
"Me too." Gracie confirmed. "Even though I smell like fish."
"I don't suppose you have a shower here do you Joe?" Abbie smiled.
"I'm afraid not.. I do have a big sink in the back."
"I guess that will have to do."
Jumping down from their tables, the girls peeled the last of the flowers from their bodies.
As Jessie passed by a grinning Joe, she winked and whispered.
"I think we might all need a hand with some soap and towels."

Jessie woke up and stretched like a cat. Sitting up in bed, she glanced at her still sleeping friends on either side of her and smiled. She let her mind wander back to last night, and Old Joe eagerly running his hands over every inch of their naked bodies for exhilarating hours. Climbing out of bed, Jessie stretched her body to it's full length again. Glancing at the bedside clock, seeing it was late into the afternoon, she headed for the bathroom.
She had only got half ways across the room when there came a knock on the door.
"What is it?" She asked, spying the bellboy through the peep hole.
"Delivery Miss."
Jessie saw the stack of boxes in his arms.
"Just a second."
Jessie looked around, and saw her two friends beginning to stir. Running over, she pulled the cotton sheet off them. Giggling, she rushed for the door, unlocking it in one swift move.
"Come in." She cheerfully said, as she saw her friends scrambling to cover themselves with the two pillows.
"You can put them down over there." Jessie told the wide eyed youth, waving at the coffee table with one arm, whilst clasping the bed sheet to her body with the other.
"What's in the boxes?" Gracie enquired.
"Who are they from?" Abbie added.
"How should I know." Jessie shrugged. "Why don't you come over here and open them."
"I nearly forgot. There's a letter too." The bellboy stuttered fishing in his pocket.
"There you go Abbie." Jessie nodded at the card. "Why don't you see who it's from while I get this sweetheart a tip."
The bellboy gaped as Jessie walked over to the sideboard, revealing her naked behind.
Abbie nudged Gracie and winked.
"Why don't you see what's in the boxes whilst I see who sent them."
Abbie rose from the bed, and took the letter from the youth. Holding it in one hand, she smiled at him.
Gracie went over to where the boxes were stacked, turning her back to the bellboy. She dropped her pillow and began to open the top box.
"Here you go." Jessie smiled at the youth, as she held her open wallet in one hand. Dropping the bed sheet, she fished out a couple of bills and handed them to him.
"Shoes. High heels." Gracie said turning to show every one.
"Abbie?" Jessie smiled.
"Oh yes. Let's see if you need a reply." Abbie grinned, dropping her pillow and opening the envelope.
The bellboy stood there gaping, his eyes constantly flicking from one naked girl to another.
To Jessie, who was leaning against the sideboard.
To Gracie, who kept bending over, opening boxes and showing off evening dresses and high heeled shoes.
Or Abbie, who was laying on the bed, feet planted wide apart, as she silently read the letter.
"No reply needed. For our eyes only." She smiled, through her raised thighs, at the gaping youth.
"Off you go then." Jessie laughed, giving him a little pat on the behind as she ushered him out of the room.
"Who's it from?" Gracie asked, now that they were alone.
"Yoshi. Joe's son." Abbie answered. "He wants us to join him at his club tomorrow night. Says we would be doing him a big honour and a favour. He's left instructions."

The girls all stepped out of the big Mercedes and thanked the chauffeur. A doorman greeted them and ushered them into the foyer of the magnificent old building. Finally a valet opened a pair of large oak doors, announcing the girls as they stepped inside.
The girls recognised the middle aged man that approached them as one of those that had been at Old Joe's two nights earlier.
"Good evening ladies." The man said bowing.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Tokyo Joe's son. Yoshi. I must say you all look lovely. I'm glad the gowns fit. My father has an expert eye when it comes to the ladies. Please come in and let me introduce you to everyone."

For almost an hour the girls mingled with the middle aged men that were members of this exclusive Gentleman's Club. Often the centre of conversations; the men listening intently to their stories, complementing them on their beauty and stylish attire, flirting jovially with them all. The wealth and power surrounding them made for another heady brew that the girls found irresistible.

"Gentlemen. If you will excuse me. I need to gather my guests, as it is time." Yoshi said, placing a hand on the small of Jessie's back, drawing her towards where Abbie and Gracie were standing.
"These gentlemen will see to you now." Yoshi instructed the girls, as he motioned forward three shadowy looking figures.
"What.." Jessie began to say, until a finger was placed over her lips.
"Shh." Yoshi instructed her. "Rule number one. You must not speak unless ordered to do so."
The girls stood in silence waiting.
"The only other rule is that you obey your handlers instructions to the letter. Is that clear."
All three girls nervously nodded.
"This is your last chance to turn back. Does anyone wish to leave."
The three girls shook their heads, none of them wishing to disappoint him.
"Good. Then I shall leave you in the care of your handlers."
Butterflies rose in all three girls stomachs, as they wondered how they were going to be of benefit to the man they were all beginning to become very attracted to.

"Time to prepare you." One of the handlers informed them.
Jessie's guide gently pulled her hands behind her back. She gasped as silky rope began to be wound around her wrists and up her arms to cinch her elbows. She glanced nervously at her friends, whose arms had also been locked together. This done, they were led into another room.
The girls realised that this room must be were more formal discussions normally took place. They were led up onto a small stage, in front of which the gentlemen of the club lounged in plush leather chairs. Cigars and cognac in hands.

Their handlers took hold of their charges wrists, pulling them slightly away from their bodies. With their other hands, they reached up and untied the thin cords behind the girls necks. This allowed their gowns to fall down to their waists. The girls hearts began to beat a little faster, as each one felt her silky gown slowly sliding down over her hips. Unable to prevent it's inevitable descent, the girls shivered as each of their gowns fell free around their ankles, leaving them totally naked before the watching eyes of their powerful audience.
Jessie gasped, as her guide's hands began to stroke her body. Up her sides, making her shiver. Across her breasts, his palms brushing her nipples erect, making her sigh. Down her belly, as she bit her lip. Hovering over her sex, not touching, holding her breath in anticipation. To start again up her sides. Across her breasts.

Abbie gasped, in relief as much as in shock, when finally her handlers fingers drew themselves along her cleft. On either side, she heard her friends react the same. She moaned, as her controllers fingers slid deeper and deeper between her lips with each slow stroke.
Gracie cried out, as her guide squeezed her swollen nub between a finger and thumb, not too gently rolling it in his grip. She shivered, as the first ripples of orgasmic pleasure begun to stir in the pit of her stomach. She was soon nearing the edge, grinding her buttocks against the man's trouser covered groin. Suddenly he withdrew his hand. She growled in disappointment. He spun her around, making her step out of her fallen gown. He bent her over, exposing her fully to the audience.

All three girls yelped, as the first stinging blows landed on their arse cheeks. Six times on each cheek they were spanked. Then the fingers slid once more between their quivering thighs, bringing each girl to the brink, before withdrawing to smack their buttocks again.

Jessie strained against the ropes that bound her to the chair, forcing her to lean forward, pressing her sex hard against the humming wand strapped to the seat.
Gracie sucked in humid air, as she stared at the men before her through the large plastic bag that covered her head and was tied around her neck.
Abbie cried out, shaking her encased head as she climaxed yet again, her lungs screaming for air. She felt the wand that had been driving her, for the last five minutes, to ever faster and more intense orgasms stop. She felt her handler loosen the cord around her neck. She gulped in precious oxygen as fast as she could. Knowing her air supply would soon be tied off once again, leaving her trapped in the steamy plastic hood once more.
Gracie squealed, as her handler cinched the bag just as she exhaled deeply. She felt the wand begin it's torment again. Within seconds she began to tremble once more, her panting breath already desperately seeking out every molecule of oxygen in her airless prison.

For almost a minute the girls had been stood trembling before their powerful audience.
Abbie stared into Yoshi's eyes, then glanced at her two friends. With a deep breath, she stepped forward and up on to the low stool before her.
Butterflies filled Gracie's stomach as she watched Abbie, before stepping forward herself.
Jessie, standing on her own stool, felt her heart begin to beat a little faster as the rope slipped down over her face, to be cinched snugly against her throat.

All three girls clutched the silk handkerchiefs in their hands tightly, as they stood there, whilst yet another orgasm was being milked from them by their handlers fingers.

Abbie's mind was totally buzzing now, as she glanced first at Jessie, then at Gracie. They each smiled nervously at one another.
Each took a really deep breath and nodded.

Jessie could feel the adrenalin rushing through her veins, as she hung from the rope around her neck. Her fear was mixed equally with excitement, as she stared at Yoshi. She vowed silently that she would be the last to drop the silky cloth in her hands, determined to be the one win the middle aged man's favour.
Abbie felt the pressure beginning to grow in her head along with a familiar tingling in her loins. She hoped the others would quit soon, as she was beginning to struggle to stay calm.
The pounding blood in Gracie's ears, and the climactic spasms in her belly, were too much for her and she opened her hands. She felt the stool beneath her feet once more, and gasped in oxygen as her handler held her upright.

Jessie smiled at Yoshi. She had held out the longest. Now she stood tall and proud, allowing her handler to extract another shuddering climax from her lust filled body.

The girls breathed easy once more, their bodies coming down from their orgasmic throes. They felt their handlers behind them, and each girl relaxed awaiting to be let down.
They all gasped as the silky cloths were pushed into their hands once more. Only this time they didn't have a choice, as the stool were whipped from under their feet.
Each girl opened their mouths to cry out, but only garbled noises escaped their lips. They all dropped their handkerchiefs at the same time.
Horror filled their eyes as they saw their handlers step forward, bow to the audience and leave the stage. They had the stools in their hands.

Yoshi smiled to himself, as he and his friends watched the three naked women dance wildly on their ropes.
'I'm guaranteed to get a seat on the board now.' He thought, raising his glass slightly. 'And it's all down to you ladies.'