Accidental Fiancée Ch. 01

Right before I bent her over, I pulled that polo off from over her head. She maintained that shocked expression on her face the entire time, but by now, she realized there was no point in pretending to fight back.

Her white bra was cute, and her boobs were even bigger than I expected. Mine were still nicer, but she had a frame that was almost comparable to mine, which I wouldn't have expected from an Asian woman.

Feeling even more empowered, I grabbed her by her little hips and threw her over my lap. I then spanked her bottom several times, taking a second to enjoy her whimpers of pain between each slap.

I gave her a wedgie, making sure I could get direct contact on her skin. Her pale bottom started to go red after my hand landed plush on it several times. I even rubbed it in between spanks as a "thank you" for letting me take my frustrations out on her.

By this time, the adrenaline and alcohol had completely taken over. I wanted to get a look at her tits uncovered, so I unclipped her bra and took a glance at them once it hit the floor. 

Wanting a better sense of how soft they were, I grabbed each one of them, fondling them with my entire hand. I even pinched her nipples, wanting to know if they had become hard from all the dirty things I had done to her.

Next, I decided to pull her panties down to her thighs. There was something about a bare bottom spanking that just felt right to me in that moment. Her legs were kicking, but I held her by the hair and smacked her ass until it was bright red. Her squeals started to sound like moans, so I could only assume she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

While taking my anger out on her, I started to relive some memories in the past. I remembered the way my husband brought up that anal thing to me, causing me to grit my teeth in anger. She had already done such a good job for me, I was sure she wouldn't mind If I did just one more thing to her.

I ran my finger down her crack, causing her head to immediately pop up. As she let out a squeal, and struggled quite a bit, I held her down in place as I started to rub her rim.

"My husband left me because girls like you were willing to do anal, and I wasn't," I said, rubbing her pink rim even harder. Then, as the squirming subsided, almost as if she had given in to what I was doing to her, I pressed my finger inside a bit harder, penetrating her soft tushy.

One thing led to another, and I began wiggling my finger inside of her. Her whimpers had once again turned into moans, and now I had no hesitation in what I was doing.

"Do you like that, whore?" I asked in a demeaning tone. "I bet you like getting finger-fucked by me."

She started to moan out some words in Japanese but of course I couldn't understand what she was saying. Her pitch was high, and she was struggling so hard. I definitely wasn't into women, but she was so good at acting innocently submissive that even I felt good taking such a dominant role.

"This is what you get paid to do with hard-working women's husbands, so shut your fucking mouth," I said, berating her as I continued to fuck her ass. "You should be lucky, though, to get it from a beautiful Latina's finger instead of some old fat man's cock."

I'm not going to lie, I fingered her ass for a while! I had just never felt so powerful before, and after losing my husband to women like her, I was consumed by the effect I could have, especially on someone like her.

Feeling empowered, I decided to slide my hands down so I could get a sense of just how aroused she was by my touch. Her moans were enough to give me a clue, but I just had to touch that pussy so I could see how wet I could make another woman.

I'll admit, she wasn't as wet as I had hoped she would be. However, the deeper I slid my finger, searching for her moisture, the more slippery I found her. There was a thick goo the deeper I got, and the more I wiggled my finger inside, the more I started to feel her wetness.

Eventually, I began stroking her pussy pretty hard with my little finger. With my other hand, I was now rubbing her ass hole again, because I was already sure she enjoyed that.

Her body suddenly became stiff, and she went quiet for a moment. I was sure she was on the verge of an orgasm, and there was no better way of exerting my dominance over a woman my husband would have cheated on me with by making her cum excruciatingly hard while she was over my lap.

Her face and her whimpers became frantic, but I was so determined, nothing was going to stop me. I kept her at bay, rubbing her out through both of her holes. Her body eventually went so stiff that I knew she couldn't handle anymore, but still I persisted, rubbing her out until she abruptly exploded on top of me.

Finally, I noticed a ripple in her body. The walls she had put up against me, her client, had crumbled. With one final moan that echoed throughout the walls of the entire building, the orgasm consumed her entire body, and she had been left exhausted over my lap.

I'm pretty sure I rubbed her way past her limits, because an orgasm wasn't supposed to last as long as hers did. She even squirted a little on top of me, which I would have thought was repulsive had I not been drunk, but in that moment, it was the victory shower I deserved for finally taking my revenge on all the evils that had haunted me for so many years.

Not wanting her to hate me, I placed her down gently on the floor and handed her clothes to her. Of course, she was much too worn out to take them for me, so I just placed them on her body as I stood victoriously above her.

I felt we had an understanding in that moment. She knew what her job was, and it didn't require knowing why I had come to see her. My frustrations had been settled, and that's all that really mattered.

In an attempt to make sure she understood that fact, I went through my bag and took some money out before tipping her generously. I didn't know how these awkward transactions worked, so I just sort of just left the money on top of her clothes, which I had already laid on top of her.

Unfortunately, it took something drastic like this, as well as all the alcohol I had consumed, to get over my hate towards women like her. In an attempt to show I had finally embraced her culture, I bowed to her before saying, "Thank you," and walked out of the office.

No other words were spoken as I left the building. I could now walk out with my head held high, knowing I had finally taken some of my frustrations out on the type of woman who had created them in the first place. I called a cab and returned to my hotel room, where I could finally get some rest. It wasn't that late, but I had been through enough, alcohol included, to pass out from exhaustion.

When I woke up the next morning, I needed a moment to realize my new reality. I almost didn't believe that I had actually done it. It almost felt like a dream. 

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had, indeed, went through with my plan. The empty bottle of tequila was still there, and the place I had looked up on my computer was still written on that piece of paper.

I laughed at myself for a second, thinking, what a stupid way it was of resolving my own insecurities. However, what was done was done, and most importantly, I did it with a woman who was paid to be demeaned, so I didn't have to feel guilty about it moving forward.

Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to go about my life without this weight on my shoulders anymore. However, as I put my makeup on and got ready for my final meetings before going back to California, my phone began to ring.

It was a bit abnormal for me to receive calls while I was in Tokyo. I only had a hotel phone, so it wasn't like anyone from back home knew my number. I had been replying to my employees through email, so whenever my phone rang, I just assumed it was the hotel staff.

When I answered, I became a bit confused by what I heard on the other side of the phone. "Miss Ortiz?" a familiar voice started, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

"Yes? This is Miss Ortiz..."

"Oh, hi... You missed your appointment yesterday evening. I was calling to see if you wanted to reschedule."

Suddenly, I recognized the voice. It was the woman I had spoken to before, but why the hell was she saying I missed my appointment? "No, I didn't miss it, I explained in a confused tone. "They didn't know who I was at first, but I still showed up and got... what I wanted..."

There was a long pause. "Um... no, ma'am... We were here and we waited for you, but you never showed up."

"What?!" I asked. I remembered the staff member was different, but I just assumed they had gone through a shift change. "No, I still went, but I talked to the other lady. Maybe she didn't mark me down."

"No, ma'am... We don't have a shift change. I was here all day, and you never showed up."

As I sat there with my eyebrows raised, I just couldn't figure out what her deal was. There was obviously some sort of miscommunication, but it had to have been all on her part because I definitely received that massage.

I got off the phone with her without rescheduling this appointment that I had already gone to. My issues had been resolved with that innocent looking sex-worker, so I didn't need to scam them into giving me a second session.

Still, I was so confused, so I decided to go back in person. I wanted to speak to this receptionist and make sure that she understood I had already been there the previous day. That way, she wouldn't continue to call me, insisting I reschedule.

With the same address I used the previous day, I called for a cab to take me to the underground massage parlor. This driver, however, was also confused, but he spoke a bit more English than the previous guy, so I was successful in explaining exactly where I wanted to go.

He put in one address, but once I made it clear that it was an underground dirty massage place, he put in a different address. However, when we got to the location, I really couldn't recognize it from the day before.

It looked much shadier, so I didn't want to get out of the car. As I explained to him, "This isn't the right place," he gave me a confused expression and asked for more details.

He looked through a couple more options on his phone before finally picking a destination. "Oh, sorry," he started, as he put the car back in drive. "I had the wrong idea. I should have known better."

Not knowing what he was talking about, I just sat back and stared out the window. This whole thing was confusing, but I just really wanted to get to the bottom of it so I could have a clear mind when I attended my final meetings.

Finally, we got back to the place I visited the previous day. My eyes lit up, and I explained, "This is it!" He let me out of the car and apologized once again, but I was just happy he got me where I needed to go, so I left him a good tip.

The confusion continued as I walked inside. Much to my surprise, it was once again not the woman I had talked to on the phone. It wasn't the same lady from the previous day, but she also didn't speak much English. I expected a place like this to be filled with people who spoke English, considering they probably targeted men visiting from America.

I walked back outside filled with unanswered questions. Nobody inside could explain the situation to me, so I figured I'd might as well leave.

It was a lost cause, but I decided to make one final attempt at figuring out what was going on. There was a crowd of people walking by, and though I didn't want to make a scene, I yelled out, "Does anyone here speak English? I really need some help!"

I did this a few times, and eventually someone made their way towards me. It was a young man, and he wasn't exactly confident in his English, but he was nice enough to try and help me.

"My English isn't great, but I can speak a little," he warned, cautiously making his way towards me. "What do you need, ma'am?"

I showed him what I had written down, and I pointed at the sign in front of me. "They called me saying I didn't show up to my appointment yesterday, but I did. Is this not the correct place?"

He looked at what I had written down, and he stared at the sign. Obviously, something was wrong, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"Ma'am... something isn't correct..." he said, still looking back and forth between the signs. "Can you tell me more?"

Of course, I didn't want to tell some stranger that I had showed up for an inappropriate massage. However, he seemed like a pretty nice guy with proper manners, and I was sure I wasn't going to see him again, so I decided to confess.

Still, he was a bit confused. It wasn't easy to explain to someone who wasn't proficient in English that I showed up for a dirty massage. That was pretty evident the day before with those women who still had me unsure whether or not they actually understood English.

Once again, he asked me for a better explanation, but I really couldn't provide him with one. Then, I came up with a great idea. "I have a phone number you can call," I explained. "Do you have a phone?"

Eventually, I got him to contact the number that had called me earlier that morning. He spoke with them in Japanese for a second, and he looked much more confident than he did when he was speaking to me. I appreciated his effort, and his willingness to take the extra step for a stranger like me.

When he got off the phone, he once again apologized for not having great English. He then explained, "This isn't the correct location. You went to the wrong place."

I looked back and forth between him and the building with my jaw literally on the floor. It just couldn't have happened. There was no way I showed up to the wrong place and still got the result I wanted.

"So, what is this place?" I asked, pointing at the sign.

He looked at me, still unconfident with his English. "This is massage therapy," he answered through his broken words. "It's not... dirty massage..."

Suddenly, I looked between the piece of paper I had written on, the building we were in front of, and the man I was standing with, trying to figure out my situation. "Fuck!" I screamed, unable to believe the predicament I had just put myself in. "This is a real fucking massage therapy place?! It's not like... one of those... dirty places?"

With big eyes, he stared at me, unable to understand the dire situation I had put myself in. To him, I was probably just some crazy lady that didn't speak Japanese, so I had run into some miscommunication issues. What he didn't understand, though, was that I had just committed a felony on some poor girl who didn't know what the fuck I was doing!

Wanting to get out of there immediately, I just bowed my head and said, "Thank you," to the man before trying to walk away. However, once I turned around, I was suddenly face to face with an employee from the massage therapy building... and you know damn well who it was...

Completely red in the face, the woman I had violated the previous day was now standing right in front of me. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't even imagine what was running through her mind while she was staring at her attacker. I had hoped I would never see her again, but there we were, standing right in front of each other.

Appearing even more nervous than the day before, which was definitely understandable, she hesitantly greeted me in her native language. "Eh... Konichiwa..."

Once again, I looked back and forth between her and the building where I committed such a heinous act. Then, not knowing what else to do, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Ah, fuck!!!"

Every single clue that I didn't pick up the previous day started crashing down on me all at once; The receptionist not speaking English, how official the place looked, the small rooms, and the older women in the lobby.

As I embarrassingly turned my eyes towards the woman I had wronged, even more clues started to add up. I thought about the confusion in her eyes the whole time, the outfit she was wearing, the panties she had on, and how soft her butthole was. Then, out of pure shame, I slammed both my hands against my head and screamed towards the sky...

"I screwed up!!!"  

To be continued...