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An Innocent Encounter

Title: An Innocent Encounter
Author: Presca
Disclaimer: The character of Tezuka, the main idea and partial dialogue belong to the rights of the film 'Hanging Garden'
Notes: This is a parody based on the scene with Eita as Tezuka from 'Hanging Garden' only the tables are turned on him. My inspiration for Jamin is Penelope Cruz, if you are wondering.

It was a humid August afternoon in Tokyo, as people passing by in their short shirt sleeves, their jackets draped over their arms, loosening their ties as they left for work or wriggling out of the designer accessory tops.

But to Tezuka, losing the red jacket, the stylized embroidered pants and black shirt – the ensemble – well, that was just out of the question.
For a year now, like clockwork, he strutted his stuff like some sort of misguided John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever up and down the main stretch of Shibuya-Ku like he owned it. He was on the prowl looking for young, nubile girls willing to follow him anywhere because of his mystique. The Pied Piper of Tokyo, Tezuka called himself. He wasn’t a total degenerate – he always made sure they were legal. Or at least pretty close to it.

Tezuka was 25, and towered over most the seniors in his class with lanky good looks and an confident air. Most people were intimidated by his menacing nature, though he could be quite funny when he felt like being social – which most times would last for an hour here or an hour there and dissipate again. His wild, ebony hair stood at odd angles atop his head, but each strand was perfectly coiffed even if it didn’t appear that way. He flipped his ever-present cell phone back and forth in his long hands, sometimes tossing it in the air – before catching it deftly in his fingers. His serious almond-shaped eyes were deep chocolate and always alert, never missing a detail.

It was with those eyes that he spotted her…

Slowly Tezuka crosses the road when he notices his prey for the day lurking behind some bushes, dressed in a charcoal school outfit, her rather soft but ordinary hair falling across her back, her skirt momentarily hikes up as she’s peeking at someone in the window of the restaurant – he sees it’s her mother. She’s looking at her watch.

“Eriko…” he whispers, smiling to himself as he struts up the sidewalk stealth behind her, flipping his cell phone expertly in his hand as if it was a weapon.

Going up to her, he taps her on the shoulder. She stands upright and turns around to face him. He does a double take, it’s not Eriko but an older woman – at least 20-30, but gorgeous and definitely not Asian – more like – Spanish or Italian.

She was Eriko’s height alright, but definitely in all other respects to her, entirely different – no way was this woman what you’d call plain.

Her deep brown eyes had a curious sparkle to them below her long lashes, her skin was olive and absolutely impeccable. Her long nose dipped lightly upwards just above her full lips and her heart shaped face made Tezuka weak in the knees. She smiled knowingly at him as she lifted her chin up so her swan like neck was even more pronounced, as well as the rise of her full breasts just peeking out to tease his eyes underneath the pearl buttons of her lily-white blouse.

She doesn’t say anything, she didn’t have to – the way she looked at him spoke volumes as she stood there, expectantly.

He knew that because for once in a long time a woman had this kind of effect on him – the power to render him speechless that she was fascinating to him. It was instantaneous.

But, as he is so turned on about this amazing creature before him, he decides that perhaps she’s lonely and looking for him. Few words were needed between them.

“You free?” he asks.

She nods quietly, and takes his hand.

Yet as he turns his back to have her follow him, a knowing smirk crosses her face – as if she knows something he doesn’t…

(They go to the Wild Monkeys Hotel – in one of the seedier, red light districts of Tokyo):

It was something that Eriko had mentioned at school that he had heard her bragging that this was her moment of destiny-origination or whatever garbage she normally spouted. Her parents gave birth to her here. What sort of parents told their kids stuff like that? His parents never talked to him, he liked it like that.

As they stepped into the red, mahogany lined entrance; still smelling of day old sandalwood incense, his companion looked right at home as she twirled around in the lobby.

“Ohhh…I remember this place! This is so psychedelic! It’s cute,” extolled the woman next to him. He looked at her and wondered what made her tick. He also realized he didn’t really care, he just needed a good lay and she fit the bill.

An older man appeared from a back room – no doubt the hotel clerk to sign them in, his face lit up.

“Jamin! Nice to see you here again!”

But by this time, Tezuka was so busy signing the hotel registry that he only half noticed the rest of the conversation and didn’t think it out of the ordinary.

Jamin…her name was Jamin? Interesting name for a beautiful woman! Wasn’t that a man’s name?

(Stepping into the so named Monkey Room, Tezuka decides to put the moves on ‘Jamin’):

The room is a complete throwback to the 60’s and early 70’s. The rotating bed in the center of the room, the wild orange paisley wallpaper and the shag carpets of the same shade with strange squares. Tezuka wanted to puke, and yet it wasn’t exactly his first time here.

“Jamin, huh? So why were you spying in the window of that restaurant?” he asks her as they come through the door.

She walks in behind him and sets a purse she was carrying on the dresser beside the TV. She seems mildly interested in his line of questioning.

“What business is it of yours? Do you really care?” she replied and sized him up with an appreciative eye.

He felt like he was on auction – and it made him uncomfortable.

“So what about you? Do you make it a habit of stalking women up and down the street, looking for some action?” she questioned, turning the tables.

“What business is it of yours? Do you really care?” he parroted back to her.

She just grinned at him again, with that damning smirk of hers. “Not really…”

“…Besides, getting some naturally and asking for it are different, right?” he said, finishing his train of thought.

“I wouldn’t know.”

He turned his back to her and began to fiddle with something he had set out on the dresser. She was mildly curious as to what he was up to but didn’t check. She was too busy straightening out her bra underneath her blouse. He was watching her in the mirror in front of him, she noticed it, though she didn’t let on.

He was rattling something like cellophane.

“So I take it Japan is not where you’re from originally?” he asked, still not facing her.

“Nope.”

“You don’t say much do you?” he whispered.

“Don’t need to.”

She looked up in the mirror at him now to see him grinning like a Chesire cat at her. She grinned back.

He has in his fingers his tiny red MP3 player, which he sets on his favorite song as he turns to face her.

“Scalp a human and we’re all just skulls,” he said out of the blue.

“Is that the name of that song you turned on or are you just trying to seduce me?” she taunted.

She didn’t waver for a second as he reached in front of her for some snacks left on the table where she was standing. God knew how long they had been there. She took a moment to admire the very prominent, silver skull ring on his first finger as he did.

He dug into one of the questionable treats, taking a whole chunk of it in his mouth before he spit it out on the floor.

‘Yep! A charmer!’ she thought to herself.

“Not food for humans!” he snarled.

“Then I guess you’ll have no problem with it!”

He gave her an insulted look, but she wasn’t bothered in the least. Instead Jamin immediately turns on the rotating bed without having to search for the switch. She runs over to it and flops down on top.

It was so quick, he didn’t even notice the fact she knew where it was, almost like a habit…

She kneeled up on it for a moment, gyrating her hips seductively before arching her finger and beckoning him to come closer. Then she laid down on her back and waited for him to join her.

“We all come into this world crying – and bloody too,” he said as he began to undo the front of his long, red overcoat.

Now was his chance. As she lays there, gazing back at him, he removes his jacket in one smooth move and says “Welcome to Babylon, Queen!”

She looks back at him, her head upside down watching him with a lascivious grin on her face.

“Oh my! That’s a fabulous tat and one hell of an impressive bulge in those jeans!” she commented on parts of his anatomy appearing closer as he walked over to the bed.

He hesitated for a bit with her remark, it’s odd but he choose to ignore it.

He pulls something out from his pocket, suddenly flinging a little yo-yo owl on a string on her chest and as he recoils it, the eyes tighten up.

Instead of being scared she comments, “Oh, you like toys!”

He flips his phone and expertly leaps on the bed with both feet above her. Then, he gets down on his knees and sits on top of her hips so that he’s straddling her.

She wastes no time tracing the pattern in his jeans with her painted fingernails, enjoying the warmth and texture underneath.

‘I love these, they’re like chaps in my country Spain! You look like a gaucho!’

She sits up, without warning – she grabs his ass in both of her hands and squeezes for a moment and makes him jump in shock.

He pushes her back down, wanting to take the lead. She’s more than he expected. He’s a bit put out for a moment. He dangles the owl above her, taking pictures of her prone form on his tiny cellphone camera. She looks like a model, perfect and unmoved as she waves at him. He can’t make her flinch if he tried.

Frustrated and a bit angry, he decides if she wanted to play rough, so would he. Leaning in close to her face, he breathes across her skin so that her hair ripples in it’s wake. She can feel him tense up against her, she smiles again – that infuriating grin that turns his insides to liquid.

“You really like me, don’t you?” he said, his voice dark and menacing.

She just stared deeply into his eyes, her smile vanishing. It was almost as if she were a bit – unnerved. But, rather than showing it – her face grew unemotional.

“Don’t you like me?” he asked again.

“Oh yes…” she said, firmly and reached up to stroke the smooth skin along his arms and up to the sinewy muscles of his arms and shoulder. He pushed her hand back down and glared at her, his face inching closer to hers.

“You’re here because you like me…”

“Well, I’m not here for the complimentary breakfast!” she joshed and stole the owl he had recently stuffed into his pocket from him. “There’s a spot in that mirror up there that plays music, I just have to see if my aim is still good!”

He looked at her incredulously. Not only was she ignoring all of his efforts, but she seemed to know this room better than him. How did she…?

Without another word spoken, she moves him gingerly to one side as she levels the little creature upwards, flinging the owl up in a manner of talent to hit a spot on one of the many mirrors in the ceiling. She’d managed to start some music in the room – overriding his tiny MP3 player on the table across the room – it starts playing BUTTONS by the Pussycat Dolls.

He was tired of her games, and it showed.

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t! Right?! Right?! You’re not lying, are you?” he asked.

He tries to start to rip her blouse apart, his fingers fail to get anywhere.

She’s not impressed with his efforts and shoos his hand away.

“Bah, bah, bah, bah – what are you doing? Allow me!”

Lifting one of her long, crimson-painted nails, she runs her finger down the middle of her blouse with the pearl buttons. One by one, they pop free like some sort magic act and she flips each side of her blouse back to show off her amazing and perky breasts to him.

His jaw drops when he sees them rising before him. The nipples, the full flush and curve – the whole package was perfect – and he could tell – very real. There she was, offering himself to her.

He now knows she is almost too much of a woman for him and her aggressiveness throws him off.

She tells him ‘You can honk them if you like, they don’t make noise – but I do…’

“I think you think this is just a game! I think you’re really a pathetic human being…”

He starts to stand up, but suddenly – she lifted her legs and hips up off the bed with incredible speed. She wraps her legs around his torso – holding him in place, he’s surprised by the strength in her legs.

‘Oh…you’re not going anywhere, honey and if you do, you’ll be sorry – and if I wanted philosophy I would have gone to my shrink. You better not shri….”

He coughs loudly to get her not to finish the comment.

“You are a man, you don’t need to prove it but for one way…” she whispered. “Show me who you are!”

He smiled as his confidence returned. Resting above her on his hands and knees, he got down so that his weight was leaning into hers. He began to run his lips over the warmth of her silky skin and his hands coveted her breasts. Covering her smug and lovely lips with his, she welcomed his tongue between them as they tangled together in obvious delight. Then, he began to kiss the ivory slide of her long neck.

She moaned in pleasure against him as she buried her fingers into his smooth back, then scratched the surface with the sharp edges. He bit her neck in surprise and it only in turn spurred her on.

Dipping her fingers under the belt on his jeans, she quickly unzipped his fly and released him from his confines. He cried out in response as he felt her doing so.

For the next three hours, the pair came time and time again, ebbing and flowing into one another like the tide. Despite their surroundings, it was a wonderful experience.

(After the love tryst, the door to the room opens. Tezuka and Jamin both half dressed emerge):

When he comes out, he’s clearly exhausted and needs to brace himself against the nearest wall to avoid collapsing.

Jamin, on the other hand, looks as if she could for another round. Dishevelled yet gorgeous somehow, she goes over and gives him a hungry kiss. Firmly massaging his already aching groin under his jeans and burying one of her long nailed fingers into his thick, ebony hair.

“We ought to do that again sometime, that was fun – you surprised me, you were very good in there! So I’ll make this a freebie. Next time, I’m charging you – like I normally do…”

With a smile she walks away.

As the realization that Jamin is a prostitute sinks in, so does he, to the floor.

(Later that evening, as the woman that Jamin was to meet at the restaurant shows up – her friend and co-worker Taki):

Jamin tells her escapades with the younger Japanese guy who though very cute, was a little too cocky literally for his own good.

Taki thinks it’s funny until she recognizes Jamin’s physical description of him.

She realizes it’s her nephew.

“What? Tezuka? Little Tezuka with the acne – no, it can’t be. This wasn’t him, Taki!”

“I’m telling you, Jamin – you just had sex with my nephew! How could you do that?”

Jamin gulped for the first time that day and looked visibly shaken.

“God, I feel like I just made love to my kid brother suddenly. I’m so sorry, Taki – really, I had no idea!”

Taki just shook her head and then patted her hand in sympathy.

“It’s OK, how were you supposed to know, he’s changed a lot in ten years since you met him at my place. He’s kind of become difficult for his parents and me. Half the time we don’t know where he is or what he’s up to. Well, I guess we do now…Did he really think a woman like you was willing to go to some hotel room somewhere with him?”

“I guess – I sort of lead him on a bit. I didn’t tell him I was an escort until after we left the room and all was said and done.”

Taki just laughed. “That’s Tezuka for you. He thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

“Want to make sure he never does again?” Jamin suddenly replied, looking at her with a glint in her eye.

“You have a plan?”

“I do.”

“Jamin…!” Taki warned.

She just grinned at her friend in that over confident manner, crinkling her nose at her playfully.

(Three weeks pass):

Tezuka is feeling much better now as he’s dragged over to his aunt’s place for supper.

Half way through the sit down meal of kimchi, the door bell rings.

“Just a minute, I’ll get it!” his aunt cries as she leaps up from her seat, going to the living room.

They hear light conversation and laughing, as she welcomes her friend in, calling her ‘Jamin’ at the door.

For a moment, Tezuka tries to remember where he heard the name before, but when she comes in, he nearly falls off his chair.

There before him is his hotel mistress – the prostitute from earlier in the month.

His eyes bug out slightly and he begins to physically tremble as he tries to remain calm in front of his parents.

“Tezuka, are you feeling OK?” his mom asks him, patting his arm in concern.

“I’m OK, mom – I think something went down the wrong way!” he chokes trying to make it sound like it was real.

His mom and dad look away momentarily, enough for Jamin to walk in behind him and run her long-nailed hand up along the warm exposed length of the nape of his neck, up through his thick hair and down the front of his head. He bats her hand away.

She leans in close and whispers hotly into his ear as she licks it. “Well, it went smooth down my throat that day!”

He blushed wildly and stared down at his dinner plate, as his wrist bumped it and it clattered loudly on the table.

His dad looked back at him, but chose to ignore it – as he often did lately with Tezuka and his ‘weird’ behavior.

The family have no idea, but soon the realization sank in to Tezuka that his aunt is also a prostitute. If she was a friend of Jamin, chances were she was.

He jumped then when his beloved aunt laid a confident hand on his shoulder to quiet him.

Especially when the father asks “Taki, your place looks amazing, your business must be doing well?”

“Yes, I’ve had several new clients of late!”

Tezuka begins to choke again on his meal, as Jamin looked up at him – smirking with that over confident grin of hers.

Particularly when she sat down at the dinner table next to him, spending the rest of the meal pawing him erotically under the hidden confines of the tablecloth.

THE END

Tags: eita, hanging garden, tezuka
Current Location: North Vancouver, BC
Current Mood: flirty
Current Music: Buttons by Pussycat Dolls

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