The Rent A Man Blues

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

Akio was in trouble. They were out of view of land, and Hiroto had told the captain to stop the boat, so that the passengers could swim. Sinho, as it turned out, had a one piece suit that made her look like an Olympic swimmer who was a bit over the hill. But as much as she had satisfied Akio over the years, he had no eyes for his actual lover. Instead, they flitted from Hamako, to Raleigh to Megan, constantly shifting. The loose cloth of his trunks was tented out, something that didn't seem to bother him at all. If he'd known what the women were thinking ... well ... it wouldn't have been pretty. Hamako had told both Americans what Akio had just been doing, and neither was able to view that with a well-adjusted attitude.

This is not to say that they weren't smiling. Indeed, they were trying to act completely normal. Which meant that Bob had no clue that the women were ... well ... clued in. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Megan yet, and had changed into his own suit so they could swim away from the boat and he could brief her.

As he arrived at the rear of the boat, Hamako levered herself up out of the water, gracefully, onto the swimming platform. It was clear she wasn't aware that the water had made the material of her white suit translucent. It wasn't completely see-through, but he could see the darkness of her nipples and pubic hair.

He stood over Megan, who had been sunning herself.

"Race you," he said.

"Where to?" she asked. "We're in the middle of the ocean."

He picked up a life ring and whirled in a circle before throwing it out into the water.

"To that," he said. "Come on. I have much to tell you."

She lurched up, ran and dived into the water. She was a good swimmer, and her windmilling freestyle had her ten feet from the boat before he realized she was already racing. He dove and enjoyed the feel of making his muscles work to catch up with her. They got to the life ring together, and held onto it with one hand each, while they tread water.

"I have to say I love that suit," he said, looking at her chest.

She looked down and squawked as she saw that the water had moved the cups of her top off her breasts, which were now floating proudly in the water. Her nipples looked pink and erect.

"Don't look!" she gasped, reaching for the errant cloth.

"Are you crazy?" he laughed. "Of course I'm going to look. Hamako isn't here, but I know one of those Confucius sayings myself. Confucius say woman is like convertible. She more fun with her top down."

"Stop it!" she said, her voice suddenly serious. "I'm not having fun!"

He could hear she was really upset. He didn't know she was upset because she had the sudden urge to just take the top off and attack him, but he could tell she wasn't happy. "I'm sorry," he said, looking away. "You're right."

She adjusted her suit, and then asked him what had happened.

He explained that the initial profits, if any, would be broken down into four quarters. One quarter each would go to the partners, meaning Megan and Hiroto. The other two quarters would go towards paying down the capital investment in the factory.

"That means he gets seventy-five percent of the profits!" she complained.

"Only until the capital investment is recouped," said Bob. "And you have to admit that's his money. He's putting up that money up front. It's only fair to pay him back for that first."

"I guess you're right," she sighed. "What happens when the capital is paid back?"

“It becomes a fifty/fifty split," he said. "Either partner has the option to sell his or her half at that point as well."

"So if it's popular and sells, I make a living. And if not, we lose our shirts."

"He loses his shirt," said Bob. "You don't have that much invested." Now that she had calmed down, he tried to lighten the mood. "Though, I have to admit, after what I saw a few minutes ago, if it starts looking like you're going to lose your shirt, I'm going to spend a lot of time hanging around you."

The look on her face was impossible to read, other than the fact that she didn't look pissed.

"Why are you flirting with me?" she asked.

"I don't know. I guess because I like you," he said. "Remember when I said you were fighting an attraction to me, and that that was fine? Well you never actually addressed that. That's fine too. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there is no attraction at all when you look at me, and you just don't want to hurt my feelings by saying that. That's fine too. I'm a big boy. But the fact is, I like you. I think you're good looking. Actually, I know you're good looking, and what I saw a few minutes ago only makes you even more attractive. There's nothing wrong with that, Megan. It's normal for a man to be attracted to a beautiful woman, especially one he knows and likes. He let his eyes drop to her now-covered breasts, but then raised them to her face again. "I'm not afraid of you, or of how I feel about you."

His confession caused a flurry of feelings in her. The attraction she did feel towards him, but couldn't admit to him, slammed into her belly like a ball of fire. The certainty that she couldn't do anything about that attraction frustrated her. And that frustration, she took out on Bob.

"I'm not afraid of you!" she yelled. The lie almost stuck in her throat, and the anger fled as she felt miserable, instead.

"Uh oh," said Bob softly, looking past her.

"What?" she asked. Her body was full of anxious energy.

"We've attracted some attention from the boat."

She started to turn around, but he stopped her. "Come here," he said, pushing the life ring to one side and sliding his arm through it.

"What?" she asked, confused, as he pulled her toward him.

Then she was suddenly in a dream as his free arm snaked around her and drew her nearly naked body against his ... and kissed her.

It was a fabulous kiss, the kind of kiss she had forgotten there could even be. It communicated strength, and desire, even an element of lust that made that ball of flames in her belly expand. His hand on the small of her back felt hot in the cool water. His lips also felt hot, though undeniably soft. She wanted to hum into his mouth as she kissed him back, fully by instinct. Her legs felt wrong hanging in the water, and her mind gave them an unconscious instruction to rise and wrap around the man kissing her. She did that, and felt his body touch her deep between her legs ... where no man had touched her for so long.

He pulled back and, through half-lidded eyes she saw him look past her again.

"Maybe one more," he whispered.

This time her hands came up to grasp behind his head and pull him to her face for another kiss. His hands slid down to cup her butt through the thin cloth of her suit. She felt the life ring intrude into their embrace, and hated it at that moment.

Then there was a splash as someone arrived beside them.

"Geez, Mom!" gasped Raleigh. "Get a room, for Pete's sake!"

Megan turned to see that her daughter and translator had swum out to join them.

"Share the floatation device?" asked Raleigh, suggesting that she wasn't as outraged as her comment had just suggested.

"It's not going to support four bodies," said Bob.

"Then stop assaulting my mother and go do some more business or something," said Raleigh, suggesting that maybe she was a bit outraged. Or perhaps jealous.

Bob knew when he was being dismissed. "I'll toss you a couple of life jackets," he said, and started breast stroking toward the boat.

"What was that all about?" Raleigh asked her mother.

Megan, still distracted by the kisses, looked at her daughter. "He was telling me about the agreement."

"The agreement required a celebratory kiss?" asked the girl.

Hamako was treading water easily beside the other two. She felt much better, back in the company of her American friends. Recent events had reminded her of how much she liked being in America. That Bob wasn't like Japanese men, and that he had lent her his moral support, made him even more attractive than she had already noticed him to be. When he stood, holding two life jackets, she waved at him, and caught them as he threw them. She turned in the water to give one to Raleigh, and then spoke to Megan.

"I didn't get a celebratory kiss," she said. "And that's not fair, because I had to put up with that insufferable jerk the whole time!”

Raleigh turned to her friend.

"Do you really want to kiss Bob? Because I do too, and my mother just made it obvious that she likes doing it. We can't all three have him!"

"I don't want to have him," said Hamako. "Maybe just borrow him for a little while."

"Well he's not mine to lend!" snapped Megan, finally back in the present. She looked at Raleigh. "And the only reason he kissed me was because somebody was watching us from the boat."

"That would be Hamako and me," said Raleigh. “We were trying to ignore Akio, who kept trying the most lame pickup lines on both of us. We were watching you in self-defense!"

Megan looked back at the boat. Bob was lying on deck with one arm over his eyes. Akio was standing on the edge of the swimming platform, looking their way. He looked like he wanted to dive in, but was afraid of something. She wondered idly if he could swim. Hiroto and his wife were nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Mr. Nakimura?" she asked.

"I don't know," said Raleigh. “I haven't seen him since he caught his wife and son having sex!"

The reason Raleigh hadn't seen Hiroto or Sinho Nakimura, was because Hiroto was disciplining Sinho in their cabin.

He wasn't upset because she had engaged in sexual intercourse with his adopted son, though he thought the boy was too old to continue that path now. Rather, he was upset because she had embarrassed him in front of his American partner, who he suspected did not approve of what he had seen. Hiroto knew that most of the world didn't approve of incest. But he was old school Japanese, which meant that he didn't much care what most of the world thought. They weren't part of the only race on Earth that was fit to govern. It was only natural that they failed to understand the wisdom of Japanese culture. But he had lost face with his new business partner, and that was not acceptable.

"Woman!" he yelled, "Doors are equipped with locks for a reason!"

He was staring down at his hog-tied wife. She was no longer dressed in her one-piece bathing suit. She was naked again. Her wrists were tied to her ankles, both of which were under her body, leaving her breasts, belly and pubis arched up into the air. While this sounds painful, it was not. Sinho had assumed this position many, many times in her life, and the rope was soft, the knots loose.

Hiroto swung the riding crop in his hand through the air, trying to make a sound. The confines of the cabin didn't give him enough room to do that without actually hitting her. He didn't do that, though. Hiroto Nakimura didn't actually beat his wife.

Rather, he used the flat, leather tip of the crop to tap her vulva. Over the years he had become an expert at "beating" her clitoris until she had a sobbing orgasm. And she had become expert at sobbing realistically. In fact, she played her husband's emotions like a harp, plucking here, twanging there. He reciprocated by playing her body, which included biting her nipples while she was restrained and helpless.

He would think she was in agony. He would be convinced her cries were of pain and shame, rather than the joy of getting one of those special orgasms while she was being dominated.

She knew him well. She knew both her lovers well. And she was determined not to give up either of them to the Americanized Hamako, who looked so boldly at the men when they weren't watching her.

"I am sorry, husband," she cried, sounding distraught. "Please forgive me. I was distraught. I was afraid he would go to one of the white whores, or the geisha."

"As he should!" thundered Hiroto. "He is to be a leader among them! He must conquer their women, as he conquers their economy. Now you have embarrassed me, and the American will think him merely a boy!"

"I sought only to protect him," sobbed Sinho. "Give me to the American, if you must, but do not beat me."

Hiroto began tapping, watching her labia flush. He thought about her offer. He had given her to a few business associates in Japan, to have for their pleasure, after a big deal had been struck. But the thought of a white man's semen entering her body made him want to growl and fight.

No ... when the time was right, he would enter her and spill his seed into her womb instead.

And while doing that, he would imagine she was one of the big-breasted, impossibly tall American women who were flaunting so much of their bodies outside in the sunlight.

To change the subject, Megan asked Hamako to tell her about the negotiations. She thought that the girl's perceptions might be of value. But Hamako simply repeated pretty much what Bob had told her. She was distracted while she did this, because she also remembered how she felt during the process. That was complicated, because being fully Japanese, she had automatically fallen back into her "proper role" as a young Japanese woman. Even when Hiroto was referring to her as a potential courtesan, she was unable to throw off the cultural sluggishness that seemed to paralyze her, and tell the man to go fuck himself. And when Bob had pulled her close, even though his kiss was only on the cheek, her belly had done flip flops at his touch. She was worried about how submissive she had been during the process, because she had thought all traces of submissiveness had fled her long ago. Now, she knew how insidious that cultural trait was.

So her description of events was flat and factual, without there being any of her personality injected into it.

"That doesn't seem fair," said Raleigh, when Hamako had finished.

"I told Bob the same thing," said Megan, “but he reminded me that it's Mr. Nakimura's money that is at risk here, not mine. I've already spent what it took to invent the machine. If it flops, I won't really lose anything but my pride."

"I guess so," said Raleigh. "So you're happy with Uncle Bob's help? You sure looked happy a little while ago."

"I told you, that was because somebody was watching from the boat," insisted Megan.

"And I told you that the only people there were Hamako, me and Akio. And who cares what Akio thinks?"

"Maybe he saw Mr. Nakimura looking out from inside the boat," said Hamako.

"I think he just wanted to kiss you," said Raleigh, grinning. “I told you he's had the hots for you for years. And I told him he should kiss you too."

"What?" said her mother.

"Come on, Mom. He's gorgeous. He's rich. He's Uncle Bob! I know you have feelings for him. That's why you let him talk you into sleeping in your room!"

"That's preposterous!" argued Megan, uncomfortable that her daughter had hit so close to the mark. "And I'll have you know, little missy, that I put him in my room so that you and Hamako couldn't sneak into bed with him. I'm not blind. I see how you girls swoon over him. I even told him so!"

"You told him I liked him?" asked Hamako, her eyes wide.

"What happened to 'You can sleep in my room'?" Megan made her voice go high as she said it. "You practically asked him to jump your bones."

"I was just teasing," said Hamako. "I'm still learning how to do that. I was just practicing."

"Well, then, I'll tell him you're not interested," said Megan.

"No! Don't do that!" squealed the Japanese girl. Then she blushed and turned her back to the other two, treading water silently.

Megan turned to her daughter.

"And should I tell him you're not interested either?"

"You can tell him whatever you like," said Raleigh, lightly. "Uncle Bob and I understand each other. And if I want to chase him away, all I have to do is start flirting with Akio."

"Don't joke about that," said Hamako, whirling in the water. "He's just as bad as his father. He'll treat you like dirt, and break your heart."

"Maybe we should teach him a lesson," said Raleigh. "I mean if he's going to live in America and run the company, then we need to inform him of a few rules."

Hamako's first instinct was to shake her head and recommend that Raleigh have as little to do with Akio Nakimura as humanly possible. But the sting of what his father had said about her, assuming she would whore herself ... or allow herself to be turned into something like that ... was still strong.

She couldn't do anything to Hiroto Nakimura.

But if she could tame the dog that his son was ... now that would be something delicious.

"Perhaps we should," she said, softly.

Bob felt the boat rock as the three women climbed up onto the swimming platform. He uncovered his eyes and lifted his head.

His eyes went first to Hamako, whose dark nipples not only made bumps in the material of her top, but now showed through too. As she swept her black hair back, she arched her chest. Bob heard Akio, sitting to one side of him, hiss. Akio had been trying to have a conversation with him, but the boy simply didn't know what to talk about. Bob answered his questions, or responded to his comments, but didn't suggest any topics of conversation.

Then his eyes moved to Raleigh, who simply made his dick hard. It was that easy. All he had to do was look at her, and his penis responded instantly. She was tall, and beautiful, and built. Her stomach was so flat it almost seemed concave. She, too, was doing something with her hair, which made her big breasts jut out.

But when his eyes went to Megan, that's when he knew he was in trouble. He barely kept his hand from reaching to squeeze his dick, which surged into a three quarters erection. The suit only accentuated her feminine features. Her nipples were advertised too, and he could tell that she shaved down there. He was surprised at that, but he couldn't enjoy it. It bothered him that the punk boy next to him could see her like this. He sat up.

"Let's get you out of this sun, Honey," he said.

"What?" She blinked, as if confused.

"I don't want you to get sunburned," he said. He held out his hand.

"Oh," she said. "Okay."

"We'll stay here and take care of Akio," said Raleigh, her voice full of syrup. Bob flashed her a look, but her eyes were on the boy, who had perked up significantly. His eyes were moving from Hamako to Raleigh, and back again, like he couldn't make up his mind which one to lust over.

Megan let herself be pulled to their cabin. Once inside, though, she stood, looking around.

"What are we doing?" she asked.

"Getting out of the sun?" Bob replied.

"I haven't gotten that much sun today," she said. "What's going on, Bob?"

He looked at her, and then away.

"You ... um ... well, you look pretty hot in that suit. And I guess I didn't want Akio staring at you."

Megan looked down. She saw the dents made by her nipples, and the expanse of breasts that was displayed. She hadn't ever worn anything this revealing in her life. And Bob was jealous!

She closed her eyes.

Bob was jealous.

Suddenly her stomach had a bevy of butterflies in it.

"Hey," he said, concerned that that closing of her eyes meant she was counting to ten, and was then going to unload on him for being presumptuous. "I'm sorry. I know I have no right to keep anybody from looking at you. It was just a -"

"Oh shut up," she sighed, opening her eyes.

"Okay," he said.

She looked at him.

"Why did you kiss me out there?"

"I was just making it look to the others like we were married."

"What others?"

"You know ... the Nakimuras."

"Bob, the only Nakimura in view was Akio. The girls told me."

"Oh," he said. He looked uncomfortable.

"So why did you kiss me?"

"You yelled at me," he said.

"So? I've yelled at you dozens of times."

"And I wanted to kiss you every time," he admitted.

"That's silly."

"No it's not. I always thought that kissing you would be a lot more fun than arguing. Today I found out I was right."

"So you just wanted to kiss me."

"I guess you could put it that way." He looked wary. "Are you mad?"

She looked at him.

"Not mad. Terrified."


She looked at the bed. "I have to sleep there ... tonight ... next to you."

He held up a hand.

"Look, Megan. I'll leave you alone. I promise. I swear I won't bother you. You don't have to be scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you, you idiot!" she snapped. "I'm scared of what I'm going to want to do with you!"

"Oh!" He relaxed. Then he looked pleased. "Well ... I mean that's nice and all, but we don't have to do anything."

"We have to act married," she said.

"Well yes ... but we don't have to act that married."

"You don't understand," she said. "I need to change. I'm going to get all wrinkly if I stay in this suit."

She reached behind her and undid the bikini top. Casually, she pulled it from her breasts, and tossed it on the foot of the bed.

Bob stared at her naked breasts.

She wanted to keep watching his eyes, but was afraid she'd panic, so she looked down as she bent and peeled the bottoms down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and lifted them, tossing them negligently on top of her bra.

"Are there towels ... Darling?" she asked.

"I have no idea," he sighed, staring unabashedly at her.

"This is how married couples act," she said. "Is this a problem?"

"No!" he said. He followed that up with "No way. Uh uh. Nosiree. Not at all. I can deal with this."

"Aren't you going to change too?" she asked, her voice mellow. His eyes, and his attitude had told her everything she needed to know. She had no idea how this was all going to eventually work out, but she was absolutely sure she wasn't making a fool of herself.

"With you? Like that? No way. Uh uh. Nosiree. Not at all." She couldn't tell if he'd repeated himself intentionally or not.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because if I take off my suit, you're going to hate me for a long, long time," he said.

"Do you have an erection, Bob?"

"Let's not talk about that right now," he said. "Why don't you just get dressed, and then I'll get dressed, and we can go up on deck and drink ourselves into oblivion. The deal is done. Let's just relax and have fun."

"Do you know how many men have seen me like this, Bob?" she asked, her voice still casual. She didn't wait for him to answer. "Two. Your brother ... and you."

"Um ... what about Raleigh's father?"

"He got me pregnant, but he never got to see me like this ... in the light of day ... completely naked.

"I'm honored," said Bob. His hands came to cover the front of his suit.

Megan felt a surge of heat in her body, and a jolt of pure joy shot through her. She wasn't making a fool of herself. She knew with full certainty that Bob didn't think she was being silly, or foolish ... or a slut. It was delicious to know she could do this, and that no harm would come from it. The sense of freedom it gave her was almost electric.

"Bob," she said softly. "Take off your trunks, Bob."

"Megan," he said. "I already told you how I feel about you. I can't help being a man."

"I know," she said. "I'm not angry."

"Then what are we doing?" he asked.

"We're pretending we're married. We're taking off our swimming suits, and drying off, and getting dressed so we can go up on deck and have some drinks to celebrate .... as husband and wife."

"Oh," he said, blinking.

"Do you need help?" she asked.

His eyes hadn't left her body, ranging up and down, sideways. His mouth was hanging open. She felt more desirable than she could remember since her honeymoon.

"Um ... no. Could you turn around?"



Instead of talking more, she simply went to him and sank to her knees in front of him. Before he could resist, she grabbed the waistband of his trunks and, somewhat ruthlessly, dragged them down over his hips. His knees bent and she heard him hiss as his penis ... his very erect penis ... got caught in the material.

"Owww, owww, owww," he complained, his feet dancing.

But then it popped loose and her hands shot to his knees, trunks in tow. His penis bounced right in front of her face.

"Oh my," she sighed.

Oddly, what could have still gone very badly, did not. Even more oddly, Megan achieved full satisfaction ... in a way ... by knowing that this man wanted her. He wasn't just saying pretty things, to make her feel better. He wasn't telling her what he thought she wanted to hear. He wanted her like a man wants a woman, genuinely, and with passion. And ... if she chose to do so ... she could have him. Part of her was still nervously resistant, though. That mildly terrified part of her was currently firmly shoved in a closet, held at bay by the euphoria of knowing she was still desirable to a man she liked very much.

But to let more happen right then might have let that terrified part of her back out into the open. And what had transpired had made her feel warm, and happy, and loved.

She stood up.

"We need to get dressed," she almost whispered.

"Do we?" he responded.

"I think that would be best ... for now," she said.

The way she said "for now" was a promise that made his penis jerk up and down. His paralysis broke, and he reached for her face with his hands. He kissed her lips gently, with just enough pressure to make both sets of lips drag against each other. Somehow he knew just how far to go, and when he pulled back, he said "I'd really love to hug you right now, but I guess that could wait."

Her dazzling smile sent streaks of puppy-joy through him as she clapped her hands once and said "Yes!"

Then, astonishingly, she covered her breasts.

"This is so embarrassing!" she whined. "I've never acted like this in my whole life."

"Do you hear me complaining?" he said, his voice dry and cracking.

"You're sweet," she said. "I really need a drink. And if we don't get dressed really quickly, we could get in a lot of trouble in here."

"Trouble is my middle name," he said, control and courage flooding back into his body. "I'm going to have to do something about this before we go topside." He gripped his penis.

"Wait one second," she said, jumping to pull shorts and a pullover top from her suitcase. She also grabbed a bra and panties.

"Do you have to wear the bra?" he asked, slowly stroking his boner.

"Yes!" she said. "You've been naughty enough already today. You don't need to be tempted to be naughty any more."

"You weren't tempting me to be naughty?" he asked, incredulous.

"I was only acting married," she said, expertly donning the bra. She pulled the top over her head and stepped into the shorts. "I can't do anything with my hair. It will just have to dry in the sun." She waved, of all things, and opened the door.

Raleigh was standing there, hand raised to knock. She stared past her mother at Bob, whose fist was firmly grasping his erection.

"Wow!" she said.

"Oh, no you don't!" said Megan, and pushed her daughter backwards. She pulled the door closed behind her.

As Bob started stroking rapidly, he heard female voices arguing on the other side of the door.

Just thinking about them ... and what had just happened ... made it child's play to drain his balls.

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