A terrible thing happened to my girlfriend, Juni, last month and I am not sure what I can do about it. It seems to have changed her and our relationship forever.
Juni is a demure and innocent girl who works for a tourism company that takes bus tours into outback Australia. Usually this involves her picking up the group from the airport and showing them some of our beautiful and colourful, if sparse, countryside. Usually they stay in hotels, motels or some camping ground.
Juni moved up to tour leader three months ago, in a job she was offered by the tour company straight our of her tourism, marketing and management university course. She is twenty five years old and has bright blue eyes. I call her possum because, when standing her back arches and her cute little backside juts out giving her a naturally provocative pose, like a little possum. She stands only 157cm (5ft 2in) and weighs 49kg (7.6 st), with gorgeous, perfectly formed breasts that defy gravity with gorgeous soft pink, upturned nipples atop her firm 34Bs. Her hips are only 33in and very small because of her fitness. Her slender legs are long for her height. As an experienced ballet dancer, she also has the smallest waist I have ever seen on a girl and I measured her one night at 21in; so I can almost have my hands join when I grab her tightly. Yet it is her beautiful face, framed by her lovely hair, which cascades down past her shoulders, that is such a delight and attracts the most attention.
Many photographers have approached her, not all of whom are professional or honourable, I am sure. She has not accepted their offers, though. Many of them have told her that she should be a model, despite the fact that she is on the short side. One of her great skills is her beautiful voice. She sang in a choir at school but she has always been too shy to consider singing or acting. So shy that she is only comfortable in talking to small groups on marketing campaigns and the like. Yet her appearance and personality does not warrant anything but confidence and it has always mystified me that she does not have stronger self-esteem. Juni has a sexy upturned nose not unlike Kate Beckinsale and sweetly pouting lips and sparkling smile like Jessica Alba. She changes her hair colour from a natural mixed blonde, to dark brown; although she naturally has blonde highlights, brought out by the sun. I tell her never to dye it, it is such a gorgeous colour. She loves to dress in fashionable skirts and heels that accentuate her femininity and she always wears lovely understated lingerie. However, she has a very shy demeanour and is never outlandish or out of control. Mostly, I think this is just because she still has that naivety and innocence that makes her totally trusting of people, never seeing a bad side to anyone. I have never complained about her shyness though, since Juni is such an absolute knockout, as well as being intelligent and witty and her mood is always cheerful. I cannot imagine being without her. I feel so lucky. But now I am not sure we can stay together and that brings me to her story.
Firstly, something about me, my name is Jason and I guess you are wondering why such a hot girl would go out with someone like me, as I am only twenty nine. My father is extremely wealthy as he inherited a law firm started by my grandfather. My mother was a tall French model with beautiful olive skin. The result is that I am blessed with great looks, I am over six feet tall and I can afford to be generous because I receive a handsome monthly stipend from the family trust. My parents also paid for my entry into the elite law school at Melbourne University and I drive the latest Audi R8 and live in a nice penthouse overlooking the bay. These trappings all combine to attract the girls, as I have everything.
Juni was different to the others. I meet her at uni and eventually seduced her. She has an independent streak and did not seem interested in my money at all. She is quite open about wanting to pay her own way and have her own flat; so I knew she was not one of the usual gold diggers I attracted. Eventually, I asked her to marry me and she wears a two caret diamond engagement ring, although we have not yet set a date. I thought we had a satisfying sex life, although now I am not so sure.
Juni assisted a guide on tours for two years to learn the ropes and was promoted to the position of lead guide for this tour into the outback. On the day before the trip, she came home from work a little anxious. The tour group was made up of twenty Japanese businessmen and she was concerned that such groups had developed a poor reputation amongst some of the female guides. To compound this issue her male assistant, James, had to drop out of the tour party because of some personal issues. James was also to act as a second interpreter, in addition to Yoshi who accompanied the group from Japan. Juni also had some basic Japanese, as she studied it in her private secondary school. Technically one guide for twenty was seen as minimal but adequate and her boss, Peter, offered her a generous thousand dollar bonus for the three week trip, so she took the opportunity without delay.
The plan was to pick up the businessmen from the airport and get up to Ararat for their overnight stay. Juni practised her best Japanese greeting in the morning for me, complete with a shy look and little bow. She looked gorgeous. Japanese men do not appreciate loud aggressive western women, so she needed to be culturally attuned and her natural shyness made her perfect for the role. It was a very important trip for her company, as each tourist had paid excess of seven thousand dollars for the package. It included camping out under the stars in the Flinders Ranges. It was beautiful spring weather so I thought all would be fine and told her to relax. I gave her a massage and we made love that last morning before she left.
The tour bus arrived at the airport on time. Unfortunately, the only other employee she was going to travel with was now a driver, Sanjay, employed by the bus company and being Indian, he evidently spoke very little English. Much to Juni's relief the translator, Yoshi, who immediately introduced himself when she found the tour party, was linguistically talented and had an excellent grasp of both languages. He was half-English and half-Japanese and blessed with good looks. The others in the group were mostly senior managers and all seemed to be over thirty five or so, with half greying and older. Juni later told me that a few were very handsome in that modern Japanese way, while others seemed more traditional and brusque.
As the 20 men stepped onto the bus she shook their hands in hers and bowed in her most demure Japanese way. She was dressed in a short dark blue skirt and business jacket, in a coordinated and fashionable suit. Her blouse was more casual, tight fitting with a low cut top that revealed only a little cleavage; all very professional.
The men then pushed past her in the tight corridor of the bus and some gathered around her, she felt them jostle her around and they were chattering rapidly to the translator. She felt that they were pushing their chests and hips into her, so she asked Yoshi what they were saying. He said he would explain later. Juni felt claustrophobic as they passed her, many brushing their hands over her hips and thighs as they passed. She felt certain that it was intentional and a creeping feeling of being unsafe dawned in her. Yoshi had the men take their seats and before long they started on their journey.
Yoshi was very friendly. He sat beside her on the double seat at the front of the bus behind the driver. A microphone to the bus sound system had been set up to communicate with the passengers. She asked Yoshi again what the men has been saying. He said some of the men were talking about tour guides they had met in the Philippines and Thailand that had offered them special services and wondered if she would do the same.
