It was my first time in Japan. The world around me spoke of hidden promise and new opportunity. The exotic spices of the small food vendors coated the atmosphere and the fairy lights peeping out from under paper lanterns lined the streets, illuminating the vibrant city. I walked as if I were a monk in a place of pilgrimage, silenced by the splendour of what I was seeing. Anna, my younger sister barely noticed her surroundings, she was busy pushing through the crowds of locals and tourists alike, towards a large dark glass panelled tower block. She walked so fast, darting in and out of individuals in the crowd, her hands clenched by her thighs. She always acted like this when she was nervous.
I knew this job interview meant a great deal to her or she wouldn't have asked me to fly with her half way around the world. It could be her big break at last. In America she had attended theatre school since she was seven and now aged eighteen it was time for her to make a name for herself. Before she had not had much luck with work, the film industry was competitive and difficult to break into and advertising agencies had been impressed with her but all said the same thing, her look was too glamorous, too seductive and not family friendly enough. Of course you must be thinking why didn't she become a make-up model or endorse shampoo, are those women on T.V not glamorous? But, in truth, my sister is no gorgeous honey nor is she a blonde goddess or Latina beauty. She goes unparalleled by any woman I have ever seen. Her face is sweet as a peach; central to it is a small delicately pointed nose, her skin is smooth and pale; a permanent pink blush rests upon her high cheek bones. Below this she has a sweet pout of a mouth which she inherited from my mother and also her small delicate chin. But it is her eyes, her eyes, that have men and women alike, captivated. Imagine the flame from a candle burning within an orb of grey smoke or perhaps the light of a star struggling through dense cloud. This is the haze and hue of her eyes, so elaborately framed by soft lashes. Sometimes I find myself puzzling over them, sometimes I think I am close to working out what lies beneath them, other days I believe I could drown in them. She is extraordinary, completely intriguing, a wolf among sheep. A panther! Beautifully mesmerising; potentially deadly.
'Ben! Quit day-dreaming! We're going to be late!'
The Lobby of the building was empty when we entered but Anna informed me that she had instructions to take the lift, number 5, to the top floor where she would be met and taken to the interview. We found the elevators at the far side of the establishment; lift number 5 was the last one on the right. As we approached the doors slip open for us us. To our confusion it was full and even though we were already on the ground floor nobody inside stepped out. From inside the lift about fifteen Japanese, what can only be described as business men, stared back at us. All looked the same, the same dark hair, the same white shirt, black tie and black suit. I would have laughed had it not been so menacing. I was quietly contemplating to take another lift when one of them motioned for us to join them. We obeyed. I must admit, the elevator was probably one of the largest I had seen, it was one of the industrial metal ones, with bare floor and shiny walls which almost acted like a mirror. Indeed it was huge though I could still feel the breath of the man behind me on my neck. The vessel creaked as it began its assent upwards. The silence hung like a heavy veil upon us all. Then Anna leaned towards me slightly and whispered, 'Somebody's touching my ass,' in my ear.
Anna: I could feel the pressure of a hand on the back of my skirt, just central of my ass. I stepped forwards slightly and to my discomfort the individuals hand remained there. I glanced either side of me, trying to attract the attention of one of the other businessmen but they were either ignorant of the harassment or had chosen to ignore me. Then I felt the hand slide lower and lower on my body, following the crevice between my two butt cheeks, inching further and further towards my hole. I could take it no more. 'Stop it' I desperately whispered and though the hand remained there it didn't creep down any further. But then another arm moved around me until it settled on my chest, holding me tight. I began to struggle, but the man had me locked in his grip. I could feel the warmth of his body on my back as he pressed himself against me and the hard tip of an erect penis. 'Ben,' I yelped but from the corner of my eye I could see that two arms had snaked around his wrists holding him tight as well. I was on my own. To my horror another arm crept forward over my chest and then paused mid-way, the hand hovering over my breast for a moment before it settled there. The hand began to squeeze and cup me methodically as I struggled in vain. My chest was rising up and down with my heart beat that was thumping with panic.
'Aggh.' The hand on the back of my skirt had crept beneath the ruffled layers and slid between my legs. One finger began to massage my clitoris through the cotton of my knickers. The pressure was soft and the finger moved slowly and deliberately. The motion was hypnotising, I barely noticed when another pair of arms reached over me and began to unbutton my blouse. The extra flesh seemed to excite the other businessmen in the elevator as one forced his finger into my mouth so quickly I couldn't prevent it. I gagged upon it and a small chorus of laughter rose in the air before he withdrew it and put it in his own mouth. He then reached for my mouth again and managed to force his fingers through the barrier of my clenched teeth.
God help us. They just took Anna's blouse off and I can't do anything to help her. Some pervert keeps thrusting his fingers down her small throat, I can't see her face but I can hear her gagged sounds of resentment. If those Japanese pricks hurt one hair on her head or disgrace her... I struggle furiously but at least two men are holding my arms back. They are so strong. Anna doesn't have a chance unless I can get free of this. Oh God, and as I struggle more and more men are rubbing their filthy hands over her body. They are like animals, ripping and pinching until her blouse is shredded and her bra snapped. I catch little glimpses of her flesh, her birth-mark, a nipple through some ripped silk. I am ashamed, I am ashamed to see this and ashamed because I am unable to stop it.
Anna: I feel completely alone, I know now that Ben can't help me. I struggle but I can barely move for hands and fingers moving over my body. I can feel my nipples erect each time a finger passes over them. I don't feel aroused, just disgusted. But then my clitoris is swollen and throbbing. Excitable bastard fingers are brushing over it and occasionally a sick fucker twists it so that it hurts. I bite my lip to stop from crying out, I won't give him the satisfaction but 'oh ow!' That really hurt me. One of the men has got down on his knees in front of me and peeled down my underwear to expose my wet pussy. He's licking it all the way up to my clit and then bitting down hard and each time he does I can't help but cry a little. I can feel his tongue lapping up the wetness of it and pawing teasingly at my vagina. My whole body feels alive, there must be ten men swarming over it. There are at least two men down there, one is holding open my flaps whilst the other is licking me like a dog. I can't take more of this, I can feel my disgust meld into a strange sensation of enjoyment. I have never been touched by a man like this; but I will never stop resisting. Ah! My body is being attacked, they are rolling my nipples over their tongue, trying to suckle like a new born kid, burying their faces deep into my softness. One businessman has taken hold of my head and forced his tongue down my throat, he wants me. Another man is brushing up behind me, dying to get his fingers into me. I can feel another pressure at the base of my asshole but to my horror I realise it's not a finger. The erect penis teasingly slides along my body, steeling for a moment on the opening to my asshole but then moving on. I can feel a slight surge of pre-spunk oozing onto me, polluting me. Then suddenly two hands grip the underneath of my legs and I am lifted upwards and impaled upon the penis.
I close my eyes, ready to scream but before it is even fully within me I am lifted off and placed on my feet. I shudder where I stand and wipe tears from my cheeks. When I turn I see all the men stood still, their hands by their sides, expressionless. The only indication that they have done anything is their engorged penises pushing upon the material of their pants.
They set Anna free just as the lift jolted to a holt. I hope to God that they have not done anything in her, I hope to god she's not been raped. Her cries still ring in my ears though I am fairly sure that now there's silence. I lost sight of her as they swarmed around her like bees on honey. The hands release me as the lift doors slide open, I rush forward, grab Anna and the pair of us step out into the hall. Neither of us daring to look at the other.
'Ah, Miss Anna Juniper... and you must be?' We find ourselves in a wooden panelled hall, finely decorated with red satin drapes and upholstery. I look back at the asian man offering my sister his hand. He is small and lean, perhaps once a handsome man thought now his eyes have wrinkled and his hair has thinned on top.
'Her Brother. Now will you tell me what the fuck is..'
'Oh yes, of course, how could I be so rude. Here we are,' he says as he takes a silk kimono style robe from a peg and offers it to my sister. He watches her cover herself before saying, 'Now that we are all clothed we must discuss further the compatibility of yourself and my company. Have a seat my dear. Can I offer you some chai tea?'
I do not know what to do or say, how can this be? I follow Anna though and sit upon a futon whilst two young geisha pour us chai. The company president peers at us both, turning from Anna to me for a while before saying, 'How did you come by such peculiar eyes? They promise a man the world and teasingly refuse him. I could make use of such eyes. You see, my dear, this company is not like Avon or Maxfactor or any other make-up manufacturer in the world. We don't want to paint a pretty face we want to paint a vision of lust and sin, fire and passion, sex. We want to unleash the raw animal within the woman, unleash her vengeance and her mercy upon mankind. We want pleasure and pain for one is only intensified by the other. We want the face of our company to be a siren, an angel of sexual desire who can command the masses through the power and dominance of sex. We are much more than a manufacturer, we are a fraternity.'
