The Rent A Man Blues
by Lubrican
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Chapter Nine
It was during Hamako's third orgasm that Raleigh's hands pushed hard at
Bob's shoulders.
"You're killing her!" she yelled.
Hamako's moans of happiness changed into high pitched laughter and her
head came up.
"I would die this way a thousand times," she panted.
That little bit took too much strength, though and her head flopped
back down, her neck limp again.
Bob licked her with the flat of his tongue one last time, splitting her
vulva and ending with the tip of his tongue on her clit. Then he
pulled back and looked at Raleigh. Her face was red. Her
face was pulled into a grimace that made it look like she was in
pain. Her hands formed frozen claws.
"Do that to me," she growled.
Hamako was too tired to help much, but she did bounce her hips sideways
while Raleigh shoved, to make room next to her for her friend. As
Bob got up to let her position herself, he looked at the doorway.
Megan was there, with a look of post shock on her face. It was
clear she had watched for some time. Her face showed elements of
curiosity and understanding of what Hamako had just gone through.
When Bob saw her, he stopped. Her eyes flicked to his and he
wondered if they would survive this moment in time.
"Don't be too long," she mouthed. "I'll start breakfast."
She blew him a short kiss and turned away.
He wondered if watching Hamako was one thing ... while watching her
daughter was something entirely different.
It didn't matter. Raleigh hadn't seen her. Instead she had
been looking at Hamako, who was still moaning happily. her right
index finger was lazily circling her clit, not really masturbating, but
more like an effort to keep the memory of her recent orgasms alive.
Raleigh, it turned out, was even louder.
Bob was in that pleasant place where Megan had worn him out, as far as
getting another erection was concerned. But he wasn't planning on
coitus with the girls anyway. It wasn't that he didn't want to go
that route, but he wasn't going to ambush the girls when he did that
with them. Assuming they had any interest in doing that with him
at all. What he had
done was plenty, and would give the girls something to think about.
So when he finished giving Raleigh her
third orgasm, (just so things were equal,) he got up off the bed and
ducked into her shower to clean up. By the time he got out,
Raleigh was getting dressed. Hamako was nowhere to be seen.
He hadn't brought any clothing with him, and thought it was pretty
funny that he felt a little uncomfortable being the only naked person
in the room. After what had just happened, he thought he should feel
normal. But he didn't.
"You okay?" he asked.
Raleigh looked a little shook up. "I'm not sure," she said.
"I'm not sure about anything any more."
"You'll figure it out," he said. "See you at breakfast?"
"Yes." She seemed distracted, so he left her alone. He
didn't go to Hamako's room. Instead he went to Megan's and got
dressed himself. Looking at his watch he realized they'd have to
hurry to meet Hiroto and Akio on time.
Hamako, as it turned out, was already in the kitchen. In the
bedroom she had looked shocked, and a little scared. That was to
be expected. Now, though, she simply looked like a happy,
well-fucked young woman. She stood as he walked by her and gave
him a hug. Megan came out of the pantry with a new bag of flour
in her hand. She came and got a hug too. She added a kiss.
From that point on, everything was all business. The only
difference in Hamako was that she seemed a bit less submissive, and a
bit more confident than she had the previous few days. They met
Hiroto and Akio and took them to the commercial real estate office Bob
had chosen to start with. They were lucky. It only took
them eight hours to find a property that was the right size, and the
right price. Rather than lease it, Hiroto decided to buy
it. That way he could lease it to the company and the money would
come back to him, rather than going to a landlord.
Hiroto was in such high spirits that he decided to leave the planning
for the renovation of the new factory to Bob and Akio. He was
satisfied that, even if the venture failed, he could get most of his
money back from the sale or rental of the property.
The last thing they did that evening before Bob and Hamako dropped them
off at their hotel, was to make plans for all of them to go to a theme
park the next day. The day after that, Hiroto and Sinho would
return to Japan. Akio would rent an apartment. He and Bob
would then supervise the renovation of the factory, the installation of
the equipment needed to make The Stitch Bitch, (which still had no
other name) and hire a work force.
Hiroto made it all sound easy, but Bob knew it would not be. But
then Hiroto was going back home. And Akio was going to be pretty
much dependent on the Tomlinsons, at least until he had a little
experience in the U.S. So Bob didn't anticipate any huge issues.
Of course life doesn't always deliver what we anticipate.
Hiroto loved roller coasters. He especially loved wooden roller
coasters, because of their rickety, clacking,
about-to-fall-apart-at-any-second feel.
Unfortunately, his heart did not.
The coroner determined cause of death to be acute myocardial
infarction. It was his opinion that the ride broke loose a
section of atherosclerotic plaque, which then lodged in the
heart. Akio was riding right beside him, but thought his father's
screams were in response to the ride. Since Akio was also
screaming, he didn't think anything was wrong. But his father was
unconscious - and most likely already dead - when the ride was over.
Bob wouldn't have called his lawyer, except that the first thing park
officials did, even before the cause of death was known, was to try to
get Akio and Sinho to sign releases of liability against the
park. That disgusted Bob, who had Hamako tell them not to sign
anything until they had legal counsel. Then he called his own
lawyer to get things started.
And so their celebration was abandoned, and Bob and Megan took the
surviving Nakimuras home with them. Hamako got her things out of
her bedroom and moved in with Raleigh. Bob and Raleigh got the
key to the hotel room from Akio and went to get the Nakimura's
belongings and check them out.
The mood in the house was, of course, subdued. Hamako contacted a
Buddhist priest, who came to the house and helped Sinho make the
arrangements for returning the body to Japan, where a traditional wake,
cremation and burial would take place. One problem was that Sinho
had no knowledge of the family finances, or access to funds. Any
money she had needed in her married life had been given to her by her
husband, or the purchase charged to one of his accounts. Hiroto
had given the hotel a credit card upon arrival, so that expense was
covered, but while Akio had been consulted as the eldest surviving son
by the Buddhist priest, his status as new head of the family was not
yet official. And the credit card was in Hiroto's name only.
So Bob paid for everything, including shipment of the body. This
distressed Akio, until Bob said it was simply a loan, until things were
settled.
Twelve hours after the last bureaucratic hurdle was cleared, the
members of the Nakimura family, both dead and alive, left America and
returned to the land of the rising sun.
The mood in the house was still subdued. Hiroto's death was hard
to assimilate. Only a few days ago his blustery personality had
been at work, making things happen, pushing people around. Even
though death is around most of us on a daily basis, we are insulated
from it. We don't know most people who die each day. And
the ones we do learn about are rarely close to us. But when it is
someone you know, and the death is a surprise, it's all but impossible
to be prepared.
In one sense, there was no reason for Bob to remain in the house.
But the primary reason he had moved in, was no longer the primary
reason for being there. He had he entered into a complicated
relationship with the three women who were currently inhabiting the
house. But all that was on hold for the moment. Megan felt
at least partially responsible for Hiroto's death, because he wouldn't
have even been in America had it not been for her. She would get
over that eventually, but until that process could be worked through,
Bob felt like she needed his support.
Meanwhile, Hamako didn't want to move back into the dorm. Raleigh
felt the same way. Their relationship, while relatively new, was
close enough that they wanted to stay together ... live together. And while the
erotic component that Bob represented in that relationship was both
unsettled and on hold, at the moment, both of them wanted to explore
that more when the time was again right.
The same was true with Megan. While she wasn't interested in sex
for a few days after Hiroto died, that didn't mean she didn't need
closeness and intimacy.
So for two nights, while Raleigh and Hamako held each other in
Raleigh's bed, and worked through their feelings about Hiroto's death,
Bob and Megan did the same in her bed.
Eventually, though, life must go on. It was inevitable that, one
morning at breakfast, Megan asked the question that had been on
everyone's mind.
"So ... what happens now?"
Everyone knew what she was talking about. Contracts had been
signed. Plans had been made. Property had been purchased and a
lease to the company established. But all of this involved a man
now dead, and most likely buried. They had heard nothing from
Japan, but that didn't surprise anyone. After all, Sinho and Akio
had only been in America and known the Tomlinsons for a few days.
Most people would have assumed they'd never hear from them again.
At least not about the business venture. The property would
probably go back on the market, but that's all they would expect to
happen.
And all the arrangements that had been made involved payment of funds
at some point. When that money didn't appear, those arrangements
would fade away as if they had never been. Assuming no one took
legal action against someone else. Bob knew that Akio had
consulted with a Japanese-American attorney before he left, but since
the man spoke Japanese, Hamako had not been required to attend that
meeting, so no one knew what had transpired there.
"We were so close," said Raleigh.
"We're still close," said Bob. "All that's needed is the money to
finish things."
"No, Bob," said Megan, wearily. "We've been over this before."
"Things have changed," he said. "We weren't sleeping together the
last time you turned me down."
"Are you trying to make me feel like a whore?" she asked. "I
sleep with you, and you want to pay for everything?"
"Calm down," he said. "You know that's not what I meant."
"It's how I feel!" she
said. "I wanted to do this on my own!"
"Okay," said Bob. "I get it. Offer withdrawn."
"Thank you," said Megan, heavily.
"So ... are you two sleeping together or not?" asked Raleigh, with a
hint of a smile.
"Don't be impertinent," scolded her mother.
Raleigh changed the subject. "I want Hamako to stay here ... to
live with us."
Hamako looked down, submissively.
"I had thought to make her a vice president in the company, responsible
for coordination and communication with our Japanese cohorts, but only
if she can learn to stop doing that submissiveness crap!" barked Megan,
still unhappy.
"I'm sorry," said Hamako, looking up. "It's ingrained in
me. I've had to do that ever since I was a little girl."
"Well you're in America now, and you're part of our family now, so you don't have
to do it any more." Megan still sounded grumpy, but her
countenance was almost smiling.
Hamako smiled timidly. "It feels good to belong. I'm
still not used to it."
"A lot has happened," said Raleigh. She looked at Hamako and then
Bob. It was her first reference to what had happened days before,
in her bed. Everybody knew it.
"I suppose we should talk about that," said Megan. "With what
happened, there were other things to think about, but eventually we'll
have to settle how things are going to be."
"Can I ask a question?" said Bob. When no one objected he
continued. "Is anybody unhappy with anything that has happened
between us?"
The two girls looked at each other, and then at Megan, who was chewing
thoughtfully on her lower lip.
"No," said Raleigh. She looked at Hamako again.
"No," said Hamako, her voice surprisingly firm.
Everyone looked at Megan.
"Why is everybody looking at me?" she complained.
"Because we all know how Bob feels," said Raleigh.
"He's a man!" barked Megan.
"Something for which I am quite thankful, Mom," said Raleigh.
"But your feelings count. I can't be happy with things unless
you're happy with them too. I'm sure Hamako feels the same way."
Hamako nodded.
Megan stood. "I am
happy!" she snapped. "I just don't feel like I should be happy."
"Been there," said Raleigh. "Done that. Got two of those T
shirts."
"Two?" asked Bob.
"One for you, and one for Hamako," she said, smiling.
"I see," said Bob.
Megan paced. "It can't work! Three of us? With one
man?"
"I thought you had a theory," said Raleigh. "Isn't that what you
said? A theory you wouldn't share with us?"
Megan stopped. She frowned.
"Yes," she said. "I forgot." She sat back down at the table.
"Well?" Raleigh leaned forward.
"I'm still not telling you," said Megan.
"Mom!"
"If I tell you, it will influence your decisions, and that will
invalidate the theory. I can't
tell you, and still find out if I'm right."
"Well, when will you know?"
"I don't know. Maybe not for years."
"Well that's stupid."
"Now, now," said Bob. "We need to have respect for each
other. Nothing will work without respect."
Megan turned to him.
"They said we all know how you feel, but you never said it out
loud. How do you feel,
Bob?"
"I love all three of you," he said. "I want all three of you to
be happy, whatever that takes."
Hamako spoke up. "You told Mr. Nakimura that it was a full time
job keeping just one woman happy."
Bob shrugged his shoulders. "If you have a job you love, you
never really work a day of your life."
Hamako's eyes grew round. "Confucious said that!" she gasped.
Megan ignored the byplay.
"What if making us happy takes asking you to choose only one of us?"
she asked.
"Mom! Don't do this! Please!" begged Raleigh.
"I'm not doing anything except asking a question," replied her
mother. "What if someone gets unhappy at having to share?
It won't work if that happens, right? We all know that if someone
in a relationship is unhappy long enough, then the relationship will
end. I don't want to start something that results in losing any
of you. It's a valid question."
"I think that, if we all talk to each other, and are honest, from the
very beginning, that we can work out any problems and still love each
other ... no matter what form this relationship takes. We're all
going to continue to grow and change. Any relationship we enter
into will have to grow and change too. I think the reason the
divorce rate in America is so high is that people think nothing will
change, once they get married."
Megan frowned. "You didn't actually answer the question, Bob."
He sighed, and looked at the girls.
"Did either of you have any negative feelings about what I did with you
the other night?"
Hamako shook her head, while Raleigh said "No."
"How do you feel about what you saw Megan and I doing in her bed?" he
asked.
Hamako looked away, but then got control and spoke. "It was
beautiful."
"It was hot," said Raleigh, softly. "It was scary, but I
wanted it to happen to me too. That's how I felt when I watched
you and Hamako, too."
Now he turned to Megan. "How did you feel when you saw me with
the girls?"
She looked distressed.
"Megan," he said, softly. "I know this is strange. I know
it's unconventional. And if that's too much for you, then that's
the way it is. You don't have to feel bad about being
conventional. You get to feel the way you want to."
"That's the problem," she moaned. "When I saw you doing that with
them, I knew that it was just a loving act. You were just trying
to make them feel good. I knew it didn't mean you loved me less,
or that you preferred them over me. I could feel it in my bones
that you loved us all. I
didn't mind that you were sucking my own daughter's pussy!
And that makes me a pervert!"
Hamako stood. "Do you think I am a pervert?" she asked, her voice
harsh.
"No!" moaned Megan. "I don't! Really! I think you
have every right to feel the way you do!"
"I never wanted to kiss a girl before," said Hamako, all trace of
submissiveness gone now. It was the first time Bob had ever seen
anger on her face. "I was shocked
by how I felt when Raleigh kissed me on that boat. Then I was also shocked when Bob kissed
me. I thought long and hard about this, and I finally realized
that the reason I loved kissing both of them wasn't because I was gay
or not. It was because I love them both! And right now I
want to kiss you! I am
not a pervert! I just love three people."
"Kiss me?" Megan paled.
"I'm not going to kiss you!" yelled Hamako. "I just want to. I don't think that
makes me a pervert, and if you didn't mind sharing Bob with us, I don't
think that makes you a pervert either! It just means you love us
all."
Suddenly, whatever had fueled the courage that let Hamako speak so
bluntly, was either used up, or fled. She slumped and covered her
face with both hands.
"Don't cry!" said Megan, looking shocked.
"I have shamed myself," came Hamako's muffled moan.
"No you didn't," said Raleigh, who leaned over to hug her friend.
"You have said how you feel," said Bob. "That's what I'm talking
about. This will only work if we all feel free to tell each other
how we feel."
It was silent for long moments. Finally, Megan spoke.
"I want Hamako to stay with us too."
Hamako burst into tears. Raleigh stood with her mother, who came
around the table. They entered into a three way hug.
"I don't know about kissing you," said Megan, who was crying herself
now, "But I want you to stay."
"I got you covered, Mom," said Raleigh, who had tears in her own eyes.
And then she kissed Hamako soundly.
That conversation seemed to break the dismal mood Hiroto's death had
left behind. Nothing else was decided, though, in terms of
exactly what Bob's relationship with the three women would
involve. The decision for him to be shared between all three
women was momentous enough. It would take time to get used to the
idea, and then distill it down to how it would work on a day-to-day
basis. Bob still had his own house, and the ranch, and his
business. Those were all artifacts of his old life, but that
didn't automatically mean they would go away in his new one. But
they couldn't make plans until they knew what the Nakimuras were going
to do ... or not do.
"Hamako?" said Bob. "You have all the contact information for
Hiroto, and while we don't know who it is, we know that someone must have taken his
place. So give them a call and extend our condolences and all
that. I need to get out to the ranch and check on things.
And I need to check email and make sure there aren't any fires to put
out. I'll be back later.
Hamako called the number she had used to reach Hiroto in the
past. She was not surprised when she was put through to Akio.
"Mr. Tomlinson is trying to decide what must be done about all the
plans that were made," she said.
"Give him my apologies," said Akio. "It is taking time to arrange
things here. My mother wishes that the project continue."
"Oh!" said Hamako, surprised that he would acknowledge a woman's wishes
so freely, even it if was his
own mother.
He must have heard her surprise. "You have become accustomed to
American ways, Miss Fukuji." The western form of address sounded
strange coming from his mouth. "You are used to different
things. I am experiencing ... differences ... since my father's
death."
He went silent and she waited.
Finally he spoke again. "Miss Fukuji ... you are the only person
in America I feel could understand my ... situation. May I speak
freely to you?"
"Yes, Mr. Nakimura," she said, formally.
"Will you pledge to speak freely in return?"
He couldn't see Hamako's eyes get wide, but they did.
"I will," she said, with a flutter in her belly. She was still
not rid of her inbred subservience, especially to men.
"My mother is going through changes as well," he started. "She
does not wish that I be saddled with all the businesses my father was
engaged in. She wants me to sell them."
"I see," said Hamako, who did not. That he would accord this much
control to his mother's wishes was astonishing to her.
"Save one," he amended. "She wants me to keep our interest in
this Stitch Bitch." It came out "steech beech." Because she
had pledged to speak openly, she corrected him, saying it several times
until he pronounced it correctly. But all that was just to give
her time to think. It made no sense for him to sell all his
Japanese interests and keep an American one.
"Why is she doing this?" she asked, wondering if he'd yell at her.
"She wants to come to America and live with me when I manage the
plant," he said. "What little she saw of America ... and you ...
convinced her she would like to try living there herself.
Hamako was so astonished she could barely think, much less talk, but
she managed to get out words that she looked forward to seeing him
again, and that she'd tell Bob to continue with the business plan, and
then she hung up.
"Wait! It's still on?" Megan sounded almost like she wished
the whole thing had fallen through. The reason for that tone of
voice became clear when she went on. "She's coming here."
Megan's voice was dull with shock. "With him."
"Yes," said Hamako. "She wants to live here, in America."
"Why? This is the country that killed her husband!"
"I don't think she looks at it that way," said Hamako. "He said
something about her looking at what my life was like, here. And
she saw how you lived too, Megan-chan. I think that once she saw
how free women are here, she wanted to live like that."
"Well I can't blame her for that," said Megan. "But this puts us
in a real bind."
"Why?" asked Raleigh.
"Because Bob and I aren't married!" she barked. "The whole ruse
will be found out now."
"But I thought Akio was going to find out anyway," said Raleigh.
"Akio finding out is something that could be managed," said
Hamako. "A man might even grow to appreciate the cleverness of
such a ruse, in terms of doing business. But his mother will not
see things that way. Normally, I would say that did not matter,
but this woman seems to have a hold on her son. If she can
convince him to sell off their holdings, and let her move to America
with him ... I have never seen such a thing in Japan."
"Women have always manipulated men," said Megan. "Even as slaves,
they found ways to get what they wanted."
"With the money from selling their businesses, she could live in luxury
in Japan for the rest of her life," said Hamako. "There must be
something here ... in America ... that she wants."
"Such as?" Raleigh frowned. "I mean what could America
offer her that she hasn't already got there?"
"I can only think of two things," said Megan, who also frowned.
"What?" asked Raleigh and Hamako at the same time.
"Akio Nakimura, and Bob Tomlinson."
Megan can be forgiven for being so short-sighted as to think that the
only thing Sinho might want in America was one - or both - of two
men. That's because one of the men in question was in high demand
right there, by three women. And when one desires something so
fervently, it's easy to think that others must desire it as well.
That accounted for Bob. The fact that they knew Sinho had a
sexual relationship with her son accounted for why she might want that
to continue. And since Akio was coming to America to manage the
new plant, ergo she might want to come too.
In truth, she was half right. Back in Japan, Sinho reflected on
how she did, in fact, want to keep the relationship she had enjoyed
with her son. He was a joyous and dedicated lover. In the
guise of "teaching him how to please another woman some day," she
taught him how to please her. He was gentle, and pulling an
orgasm from her brought him almost as much pleasure as having one
himself. He was so completely different than his father in bed,
that she did not want to give that up.
This is not to say that Sinho had been unhappy with her husband.
She had not been unhappy at all. She also enjoyed being
dominated, and a little pain and humiliation was well worth the
glorious orgasms that had come from his rough attentions. Most of
all, despite how he called her names, and loaned her to other men for
their pleasure, she knew he had never lain with another woman. She was all he had wanted, and she
had loved him dearly for that.
She missed him. But he would also have made her stop letting Akio
love her, and now she could continue with that joy. But only if she had
him to herself. If they stayed in Japan, he would be pulled into
the male world of business. He would be taught to think of women
only as objects, to be used. He would be surrounded by younger
women, prettier women, women whose only thought was to become the
pampered wife of a rich man. Someday he would tell her he no
longer wanted her writhing under him in bed.
Of course that might happen in America too. But men, and the
business culture, were different there. She had seen how Bob
Tomlinson treated his wife. Megan was his partner. He
actually asked for her opinions! And any land in which someone
like that Hamako girl could blossom and not be put in chains for her
perverse sexual behavior must be a land in which a woman like Sinho
could do whatever she liked, never to be made a slave
again. She might lose Akio to some younger woman, but then
that was the only way she would ever have grandchildren anyway. She
knew it must happen some day. At least let it happen in a land in
which she was free.
Besides. Akio could be taught how to tie her just so, and whip her with
just the right amount of force, in just the perfect spot. She
felt warmth in her loins as she thought about how to explain to him
that this would bring her much pleasure.
The sale of their assets in Japan would make them fabulously
wealthy. This new business venture in America would give them
further income. She could even have a dog again, like she had
when she was a little girl.
She woke Akio by stroking him to hardness, and pulled him on top of her.
"Be rough with me, my darling," she whispered.
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