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George Carter's plan for Alison was as simple as it was disgraceful. The girl would be his bait, tempting the guests to use her for their pleasure. With an attraction as stunning as her, he was sure he'd get to see all the raunchy sex he could ever want. He'd be there when it happened - hidden behind the walls of the hotel in the secret access corridors that riddled the old hotel.
He foresaw an endless supply of strangers he could line up to fuck her. Supply was never going to be a problem. They got all sorts at Shady Waters... backpackers, vagrants, tourists... there were a lot of men whose wives had kicked them out - for anything from coming home drunk to fucking their secretary.
And there was always oodles of businesses men.
The proximity of Shady Waters to the city center still drew loads of executives and representatives to the door. It was a big money-spinner for the sad old hotel. Typically new bookings were made online, sight unseen and usually the foolish PA who'd made the reservation never made another one... because their unhappy boss got rid of them.
"How could you book me into such a flea-ridden dive? YOU'RE FIRED!"
Even so, bookings came in and unwitting people kept coming. Some stayed a few days, others for years.
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THE JAPANESE BUSINESSMEN
The following afternoon George put his plan for Alison into effect. The two guests he'd decided on would be arriving within the hour.
He wanted this first exploitation of the beautiful teen to be special and he was sure these two men would make it perfect. They were the owners of the hotel... well technically they were the representatives of the owners, two travelers doing the rounds of all their company's hundreds of hotels around the world. If he could make their stay memorable he would cement his position as the manager and his life at Shady Waters would be assured.
The two Japanese men walked in through the hotel's tall glass entrance doors just after four, ambling across the foyer, their matching black-wheeled suitcases in toe. They were impeccably dressed in blue pinstripe business suits, conservative black ties (with matching gold clasp that sported their company logo), and black shoes that had been polished to a high shine.
Alison checked them in and the younger one did the talking. He was a fit-looking middle-aged guy with a thick Elvis Presley rockabilly haircut. The older balding fellow could have been his father.
Mr Yakimoto spoke English but with a very thick Japanese accent that was difficult to understand at first. Eventually, she came to understand they were booked for three nights and she gave them 4D, the apartment with a nice view over the river.
"Thahku you... uh... lovely ah schoolgirl," said Yakimoto, with a small bow.
He turned to George who was hovering nearby. "Such'a beautiful girl is honor to'a this'o hotel Mr George," he said. "Thank'a you for such'a hospitawity."
"We are very pleased to have such honored guests Mr Yakimoto," said George. "I hope you find your hotel is in... um... good shape and that we, the staff and managers here at Shady Waters are... um... doing you proud..."
It sounded lame as soon as he said it but both men smiled and bowed, first to Alison and then to George, stiffly polite and correct.
As they waited for the lift George stepped up close behind his young apprentice and put his hands on her shoulders, massaged gently, smiling at his new guests.
Alison could see he had their attention.
"I want you to fuck them, Ali," he whispered urgently in her ear. "Pay them a visit for me... take them some more towels... or maybe some booze... yes... I was given a bottle of sake for Christmas last year... these guys will love that..."
With a quick glance about to make sure there was nobody else in the foyer, he leaned down and kissed her on the neck, a lingering caress that was all sexual. The two businessmen stared, nudging each other like schoolboys talking in rapid-fire Japanese.
"Be friendly to them Ali" he said. "Nice and friendly... and I'll be watching just in case they do anything... I don't know... too rough... but treat them good baby...real good."
Alison wanted to ask what he meant by 'too rough' and 'real good' but his big hands had moved down off her shoulders and onto her tits, cupping her boobs through her blouse. It felt so nice...
"Mmmmm... yes Mr Carter," she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back against her master. "Anything... anything you want..."
"Good girl. Now give 'em a little wave," he said, and she did. They waved back as they got into the clunky old lift. "If you do a good job, I'll fuck you after."
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A little while later Alison was outside 4D clutching the big chilled bottle of Hiroki Sake in her hand and a cold frightened feeling in her stomach.
Her knocking was answered by the older balding one who was in the process of getting undressed. His shirt was undone, hanging open, and his belt and fly were undone - he was holding his pants up in a bunched fist.
The look of surprise on his face immediately put Alison at ease. His untidiness made him look less old and grumpy. In fact, he looked quite silly with those scraps of hair so carefully combed over his bald spot... a few sad slick little strands that he must have thought camouflaged his baldness.
How much better he'd look if he shaved it all off, she thought. A totally bald head would look so much better...
The beautiful schoolgirl smiled widely and showed him the bottle. "With the compliments of the management," she said, trotting out her rehearsed speech and bowing slightly.
Unfortunately, the old guy didn't understand a word of English but he stood aside and ushered the stunning redheaded inside.
"Hai, hai, hai, hairu, hairu..." (Yes, yes, yes, come in, come in...), he said, excitedly waving her through.
His younger partner was watching television in nothing but his baggy white boxer shorts and a white Bonds singlet. He made no move to cover himself up and seemed unconcerned Alison could see him in his underwear.
He was just as amazed as his friend to see the beautiful teen in their room. He jumped to his feet to greet her, fumbling with the TV remote... trying to find the off switch.
"Yōkoso," (Welcome) he said, bowing slightly. Alison noticed he was still wearing his black dress socks.
They were very pleased to see her and were very thankful for Mr Carter's generous gift. Apparently, it was a very good bottle and when she offered to stay and pour their drinks, their faces lit up.
In his heavily accented English, he politely introduced them both. He was Mr Yakimoto... the beautiful young mistress was pleased to call him 'Yaki'. The older bald fellow was Mr Takeda but she must call him 'Tan'. When Alison introduced herself, they both said "Arrison".
To her surprise, Mr Takedo kept right on taking his clothes off.
Maybe it's a cultural thing? she thought naively as the old man stepped out of his trousers. Maybe in Japan it's normal to entertain guests in your underwear?
He folded them neatly across the back of a dining chair and, smiling widely at the young girl, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
I've interrupted them, she thought. It's probably been a long day in the corporate world, flying in from who knows where. They must be exhausted...
When he took off his business shirt the younger man and the older man were identically dressed again... this time in crisp white under-shorts, sleeveless white singlets, and black ankle-length socks. It made them look even more like father and son... except for Tan's baldness and Yaki's thick black pompadour haircut.
They were about the same height as Alison and were both slim men... except for little matching pot bellies.
Too much deep-fried airline food, she thought. Or beer!
While Alison uncorked the bottle and hunted around glasses in the little kitchen, the two men plotted in the lounge room. She could hear their conversation in more high-speed Japanese and then they started moving furniture about. They moved the coffee table out of the way and Yaki brought over a straight-backed dining chair that he placed opposite the sofa. Tan sat on the lounge and Yaki on the chair.
With gestures and broken English, Alison was given to understand that she was to stand between them and serve them drinks. There was hardly enough room - they were sitting so close their legs were intertwined - but the schoolgirl did as directed, stepping over their legs and standing between them in her short schoolgirl uniform.
Hemmed into the front and back by the two men she poured the potent rice wine... big slugs of fiery 40 proof alcohol, into the hotel's cheap chipped glasses.
They tossed the drinks back like water and smiled happily as it burned down their throats. Then they held their glasses up again.
"Motto! Motto!" they laughed (More, more) and Alison topped them up to see them knock those back as well. They did it again. And again. And again...
"Prease Arrison... you turn," said Yaki, making the spinning gesture with his forefinger. "Ah... Spin..."
As Alison did a slow twirl in the little space between their legs.
The two men were staring at her now. Their lighthearted schoolboy banter had died. Their gaping, leering inspection was giving her butterflies. Both of them had obvious erections tenting their white boxer shorts... there were spreading damp areas of precum leaving wet marks at the peak of the hardons...
"Again... prease..."
Holding the quickly emptying bottle by its neck she spun from one man to the next. Her pretty pleated skirt flared out each time, flashing her long shapely legs and white cottontail briefs...
The more they drank the rowdier they got and their polite respectful attitude began to change. They loudly demanded more and more saki - yelling for her to keep up - and as the booze took over, they began to get tactile... Her every move made them moan and groan, licking their lips lewdly...
