Velvet Kisses Ch. 04

"Yep. This one." She passed him the package that was in her hands, then waited for his opinion.

"These are Japanese clamps," he said. They're pretty intense, and for people with a high threshold for pain. Definitely not for beginners."

"Okay. Well what about those?" The nipple clamps she pointed out had a rubber tip to provide comfort, as well as a screw in the middle.

"Yeah, bull nosed clamps would be a good choice. But I was thinking we should start you out with something more mild, like those." He pointed out a delicate looking pair of nipple clamps that resembled tweezers.

"I don't want mild, I want interesting and exciting, like the bull nosed clamps." She reached up to grab them off the shelf, then gave Dane an inquisitive look. "And besides, since when are you into anything mild? Aren't you all about pushing the limits?"

"Well yeah, but not when it involves you experiencing extreme pain."

"I thought you said that it was the Japanese clamps that provided intense pain."

"I did."

"Okay. So these bull nosed clamps should be fine for me, right?"

"Yeah, they're good for beginners." He took the package from her, then began pointing out the features of the sex toy. "The good thing about bull nosed clamps is that they have that screw in the middle."

"That's for increasing tension, right?"

"And decreasing. Which is what makes it so perfect for a novice. If the feeling of being clamped becomes too intense for you, I can just turn the screw to open the clamp wider."

"We both know how much I love having my nipples pulled and pinched, so I'm pretty certain I'll be asking for more tension, not less," she said.

"Yeah, well we'll just start out with a little bit of tension, and if you feel like you can handle more, then I'll give it to you."

"Sounds like a plan."

Dane tossed the clamps into the shopping basket, and with Jeneda beside him, he walked out of the aisle. They were just about to enter the aisle directly beside it when Jeneda caught sight of a strange looking contraption that somewhat resembled a mechanical bull, and unable to resist, she walked closer towards it.

"What is this?" She asked as Dane joined her side.

"What do you think it is?" He asked with a smirk.

"A mechanical device with a dildo attached it."

"Exactly. Or as It's more commonly known, a fucking machine."

"Well it certainly is an interesting looking gadget." As her eyes roved over the saddle-like seat with attached fake cock, she couldn't help but wonder as to the effectiveness of it. "Looks pretty powerful...."

"Seems like you want to try it out," Dane said.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious, but there's no way I'm actually going to right here in this store."

An amused expression crossed Dane's face, and after taking her by the hand, he led her down another aisle. Along with studded rubber paddles and leather riding crops, the shelves were filled with an assortment of bondage gear.

Like a kid in a candy store, Jeneda found herself visually mesmerized by all of the erotic goods on sale. Dane seemed pleased by the selection of kinky toys as well, but it wasn't until he came to a stop in front of a selection of bondage ropes, that his eyes really lit up.

As he stood there scanning the varieties of rope that were displayed on the shelf, Jeneda stood quietly beside him. She guessed that Dane was in deep thought, because he didn't speak a word, and after a few moments of complete silence, he finally retrieved a clear plastic tube from off the shelf.

As Jeneda gazed at the plastic cylinder, she saw that it was housing a bundle of black Japanese silk bondage rope. From the description on the box, she was able to discern that it was super-soft, yet also durable enough for Kinbaku style rope bondage.

Jeneda didn't have a clue as to what Kinbaku style bondage was, but she guessed that it was of importance to Dane, because the Japanese silk rope was twice as expensive as the other brands on the shelf. Finally he diverted his attention to Jeneda, and as she looked into his eyes, she saw that he was giving her a thoughtful look.

"What are your thoughts on being tied up?" He asked.

"I guess I wouldn't be entirely opposed to it..." She purposely allowed her voice to drift off so that he was left to wonder at what she would say next.

"But would you be comfortable with allowing me to do it?"

"Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"Just what exactly are you planning to do to me while I'm restrained?" She flirtatiously asked.

"Disclosing my plans would pretty much ruin the whole point of being tied up, now wouldn't it?"

"Guess you're right about that," she said. "It's all about the element of surprise."

"Not only that, but relinquishing control...being completely helpless and ready to submit to my every desire."

He stared deeply into her eyes as he said it-so deeply that she couldn't help feeling as if he were hypnotizing her. His eyes were so dark and captivating that it was effortless to lose herself in them, and she was once again struck by his naturally seductive personality.

"If you're truly ready to engage in bondage play, I would be more than happy to show you just how enjoyable it can be. But I only want you to do this if you're absolutely comfortable with it. Not because you know that it turns me on."

"I really want to do it," she said. "I'm totally and completely sure."

"Good." His face took on a pleased expression, and he reached up to stroke his thumb over her plump lips. "That's what I was hoping to hear."

They shared a brief kiss before continuing to shop, and after procuring a leather blindfold, bottle of flavored lube, feather ticker, and glass dildo, Dane suggested that they buy a few more items.

"Don't we already have enough?" She jokingly asked after glancing into their shopping basket.

"Not quite. This shopping trip wouldn't be complete unless we got you a leather sling and thigh cuffs." He led the way down another aisle, and after removing a large package from one of the shelves, he held it out for her to see.

As Jeneda glanced at the photo on the front of the package, she saw that the object consisted of a sling that was made to go around her head, as well as a pair of thigh and ankle cuffs. The neck sling, thigh cuffs, and ankle cuffs were all connected by chains, and designed so that her legs would be forced wide open.

It would basically allow Dane uninhibited and easy access to her pussy, and leave her completely helpless to receive anything except a rough and thorough pounding.

The thought alone caused a zing of arousal to curl in her lower belly, and her eyes glimmered with excitement as she gave him her opinion on the kinky item.

"Looks like fun. Can't wait to try it out."

"Neither can I."

She noticed that his voice was lower than usual, and as he guided her towards the cash register, her core began to pulse with wanting. As they reached the checkout area, a pink haired woman in a studded bustier and leather miniskirt rang them up.

Dane paid for the purchases with yen bills, and after receiving the receipt and shopping bag from the store clerk, he and Jeneda made their way back downstairs.

After exiting the seven story building, they strolled leisurely along the narrow pathway, checking out the colorful neon signs that glowed all around them. Along with several love hotels, they also passed plenty of ramshackle bars and multiple pleasure houses.

There were just as many locals as there were tourists on the streets, and street vendors peddling everything from roasted sweet potatoes, to deep-fried balls stuffed with octopus, tempted passers-by with mouthwatering scents.

As they continued to explore the neon-drenched enclave, Dane and Jeneda eventually reached an area that was filled with hostess clubs. Jeneda couldn't help but stare as they passed every one of them, but as they approached an establishment called "Club Envy," she was surprised to see that the lit-up billboard in front of the building were filled with pictures of men, rather than women.

Thoroughly curious, she stopped to take a closer look at the billboard. The men who were displayed on it all had spiky, elaborate hairstyles, and were identified by stage names such as Keigo and Yunkosuke. To her they all resembled J-pop artists, and weren't just cute, but downright pretty.

"I didn't know you had an interest in host boys," Dane said.

"I'm just curious," she responded before adding, "I didn't even know that such a thing existed."

"Yep. Just like men, women in Japan pay big bucks to spend time with good looking individuals."

She allowed herself a few more moments to look at the men who were advertised on the billboard, then directed her gaze to the door of the host club. "And what exactly goes on in there?"

"Pretty much the same thing that goes on in a hostess club. The women go in and choose their companion from a menu. The man that they pick to entertain them for the evening pours their drinks and flirts with them. Sometimes they put on comedy shows or dance, but basically they spend their time giving that woman their undivided attention."

"Do they have sex with the clients?"

"Some of them do, but only if they get paid a large sum of money."

"Interesting...." A brief paused preceded her next question. "Not trying to suggest anything, but how do you know all of this?"

"A friend of mine tried to get me into the business."

"When?"

"Years ago, during my gap year in Japan."

"Seriously? But you were only seventeen."

"I was nearly eighteen. Perfect age to start out as a host boy."

"What stopped you from going through with it?"

"I guess you could say I was sort of intimated by the whole glitzy atmosphere."

"*You* were intimated?"

"I wasn't on meds for social anxiety back then, so a job like that would have been my worst nightmare."

"Of course, that makes perfect sense," she said. "Dealing with lots of different people on a daily basis wouldn't have been very enjoyable to someone who was socially awkward."

"Exactly. So becoming a host boy was the last thing I could have ever done."

"I'm surprised you never told me this before."

"It's not like I intentionally tried to hide it from you. It just never came up in conversation."

"I know. I didn't mean it that way, sweetie." Her gaze drifted from Dane to a huge billboard that was mounted on the roof of the building. "So I guess that guy on the billboard is the star of the club..."

Dane followed her gaze, and upon noting the host boy's face that was plastered on the advertising board, he said, "No way....you have got to be kidding me."

"What?" She curiously asked.

Dane lightly shook his head, as if struggling to believe the sight before him. "I know him."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Takeshi. He's the guy I was just telling you about, the one that tried to get me to become a host boy."

"Oh, wow. How funny that we just happened to stop outside of the club where he works."

"I know. What a crazy coincidence."

Glancing back up at the billboard, Jeneda couldn't help noticing that Takeshi was quite good looking, and along with possessing a wickedly cool, razor cut hairstyle, he had delicate facial features which made him appear to be much younger than he probably was.

"Now that I look at him again, I'm starting to notice that he sort of looks like the Japanese musician Gackt," Jeneda said.

"You're into Gackt?" Dane rose his eyebrows at her declaration.

"I wasn't just into him, I had a huge infatuation." As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back. But it was too late, so she quickly followed up with another statement. "This was years ago, though, back when I was still in college."

"Oh." Dane looked back at the billboard of his friend before once again resting his gaze on Jeneda. "Takeshi did used to tell me that he got a lot of attention for looking like Gackt, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that he's a top earner." He briefly paused before saying, "I'm surprised he's still working as a host boy. He's gotta be at least thirty-one by now."

"What's the cut-off age for host boys?"

"Twenty-five, twenty-six at the most."

"Well he does look really young, so I guess he's using that to his advantage."

"Yeah, I guess so." Dane directed his attention to the gold entry doors of the host club, which were flanked by black marble columns. "I wonder if he's working tonight?"

"We could always go in and have a look around," she eagerly said.

"I know he's a Gackt look-alike and all, but you could at least *pretend* like you're not excited to meet him."

She smiled widely, and with a tone of faux innocence she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right," he said with a faint smile touching his lips. "Of course you don't."

He led the way towards the entrance, and after pulling open the double doors, they stepped into the entryway. A group of host boys, who were all sporting hairstyles that must have taken hours to tease up, instantly approached the couple.

Most of the host boys were wearing blazers and slim cut trousers, while others were outfitted in slim suits with skinny ties. They all wore the same expression of unconcealed curiosity, and seemed to be having a difficult time deciding whether to focus their gazes on Dane or Jeneda.

Upon reaching them, one of the host boys stepped forward and began speaking to Dane. As they carried on a conversation in Japanese, Jeneda awkwardly stood there, gazing at the gilded interior of the establishment. Numerous chandeliers of various shapes and styles hung from the ceiling, casting glittering light throughout the club.

Huge mirrors with jeweled encrusted frames graced the walls and ceilings, and marble and bronze statues were strategically placed throughout the room.

Never before had Jeneda seen such an ostentatiously designed establishment, and it seemed that everywhere she looked, there were glittering, attention-getting objects.

Allowing her eyes to scan the Versailles-like interior, Jeneda saw there were a copious number of female patrons seated on tufted high back sofas. Some of them were smoking and laughing with host boys, while others were closely seated and seemed to be engaged in more intimate conversation.

Overall, it made for quite an engaging sight, and Jeneda found herself thoroughly fascinated by the whole idea of sauve young studs entertaining wealthy women of various ages. So engrossed by this unusual new world she'd stepped into, she failed to notice the stylishly dressed man that was headed toward her and Dane.

Dressed in all black, his outfit consisted of an asymmetrical blazer over a button-up shirt, which was partially undone to display a blood red pendant that was in the shape of a dagger.

Unlike the other host boys, he'd chosen to forgo dress slacks for a pair of leather pants that hugged him just tightly enough to show off the bulge that was hidden beneath the fabric.

A small cross earring dangled from his left ear, and his hair, which was worn in a faux hawk, was highlighted with bits of blonde. Jeneda could see the curiosity in the man's eyes as he glanced at her, but then his attention came to rest on Dane, and he broke out into a smile.

"Dane! Genki desu ka?"

"Genki desu, anata wa?" Dane responded.

The two men exchanged several more words, none of which Jeneda could understand, and after carrying on a brief, but jovial conversation, they directed their attention to Jeneda.

"This is my fiancée, Jeneda," Dane said as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Jeneda, this is Takeshi, a longtime friend of mine."

"Hajimemashite," she slowly said. "Yoroshiko onegai shimasu."

Takeshi's eyes widened in surprise. "Anata wakarimasen Nihongo?"

With her vocabulary limited to only a few simple greetings, Jeneda was at a loss as to what Takeshi had said. So she gave an awkward smile, and in an embarrassed tone of voice, she declared, "Nihongo wakari masen."

Takeshi's lips curved upward, and he let out a light chuckle. "So sorry. I thought you spoke Japanese."

"I only know a few greetings, but not much else."

"It's okay. Even to speak just a little Japanese is very good," Takeshi said before looking at Dane. "She's beautiful. You're a lucky man, Dane."

"Yes, I know." With his arm still looped around her waist, he looked fondly at Jeneda. Then he directed his attention back to Takeshi and said, "She really is a wonderful woman."

He smiled at the couple, then retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his blazer and lit one up. "Sit down with me," he said to them both. "Let's hang out and have a drink."

With Takeshi leading the way, Jeneda and Dane followed behind him. As they walked past the couches where patrons were seated, Jeneda could feel all eyes watching them.

Along with the fact that she was foreign, she also guessed that not many black women had ever stepped foot inside of Club Envy, so it was understandable that so many people were staring at her.

But it wasn't only her they were looking at. Nearly all of the women were also gazing at Dane, and as he walked past the tufted love seats and high back couches that they were sitting on, they turned their heads to watch him. Jeneda couldn't resist smirking at the female attention that he received, and she felt more than a little prideful that her man garnered so much attention.

Upon reaching a silver sofa that was covered in satiny fabric, Takeshi gestured for Dane and Jeneda to sit down. Then he gave a hand signal to one of the host boys, who was wearing a white, slim cut suit and silver tie.

The perfectly coiffed employee nodded his head at Takeshi, and in less than a minute, he approached with a bottle of wine in hand. After setting it down on the mirrored table in front of them, the host boy spoke a few words to Kenichi and Dane.

Since the host boy was taking in Japanese, Jeneda didn't have a clue as to what he was saying. But from the look of surprise on Dane's face, she guessed that it had to be pretty shocking. Takeshi's expression was one of amusement, and as the host boy continued to speak, she noticed that the smirk on Takeshi's face only grew wider.

Once he'd finished relaying the information, Takeshi spoke a few words, followed by Dane, who shook his head and gave a statement of his own. The host boy offered some words in parting, then headed toward a table of well-dressed women who were enjoying strawberry margaritas.

"What was that all about?" Jeneda asked.

"Those women over there at that table..." Takeshi gestured toward them before saying, "They think Dane is a host."

"Seriously?" She looked at Dane, who confirmed by nodding his head. "Were they offering to pay you to entertain them for the night?"

"Yep," Dane said. "But I sent the message along that I'm not available."

"Darn right, you're not. Don't they see me sitting right next to you?"

"They probably think you're a customer," Takeshi said.

"But even if I was, why would they try to steal him away from me?" She asked in a lighthearted tone of voice. "I thought the whole point of being in a host club was to have the undivided attention of the man of your choice."

"Most of the women in here are very wealthy, and used to getting anything they want. Sometimes they see a host who is occupied, but they don't care. Doesn't stop them from trying to direct his attention to them."

"But if a man is already occupied with another woman, Isn't it against the rules for him to shift his attention to another woman at a different table?"

"Yes," Takeshi said. "But if the host is especially popular or good looking, women book them in advance. That way they can be sure to be the next woman in line to receive his attention."