Episode 3

As I got into the car, I couldn’t help shaking like a leaf.
I turned the start key and before starting the engine I turned on the headlights. All’s clear... yeah... nobody has to guess I’m going to a luxury hotel to meet a customer, to whom I’m gonna sell my body for one night.
Since I am a good husband... and a wimp... I left a note for my wife, saying I had to meet someone for business.
She’ll buy it.
She’s dumb.
That’s the main reason why I married her.

And now that I think about it... how can she be dumb enough to go to the hair-stylist’s at such a late hour? Doesn’t she know the person doesn’t work that late? Doesn’t she have a personal stylist that comes home to do her hair? Uh... Does she have to stay there still...? It’s 11 PM already...
Oh... she’s dumb...
I blink for a second... an inner voice seems to be cracking up and parting in two with laughter... an inner voice is calling me dumber.
So I start the engine in order to shut the fucking voice up.
I check my looks in the rear view mirror... I look alright. I grin at myself approvingly.
And I finally pull off.

Don’t you hate it when the traffic is so heavy at such a late hour?
This is one of the shortcomings of Tokyo.
Rush hour is just every fucking hour.

I take the envelope from my pocket and re-read it for the umpteenth time.
Hyatt hotel... Room 431. There’s a card key included.
The customer wishes to remain anonymous. Ha! Like I want publicity.

I rapidly folded the piece of paper and after releasing the brake pedal, I engaged first gear and sped on obeying the green light.

I shouldn’t be this nervous. It’s not like I’m a virgin after all.
I should try to see it the other way... instead of being a hooker, I should try to convince myself I’m the one engaging the services of one... it certainly wouldn’t be the first time I rent expensive company...
I never thought I could be expensive company for rent...
But I try not to think that way.

The Hyatt hotel valet parking is cool. I take my keitai and the envelope with the folded instructions. I try to look in control... these people might recognize me.

I approach the reception desk, and after greeting politely, I inquire about being expected in room 431.
“Yes, sir... the other party is waiting for you already.” The clerk informs me. I nod, and I get a chill running down my spine.
I head towards the luxurious elevator padding softly along the dark carpeted lobby floor.
Damned you, bitch... you should be put through this, not me.
I’m so nervous... I wish my wife would take my place now. And I keep blaming her for everything because, after all, that’s one of the main reasons why I got married.
“You damned, stupid leech. You should be sucking my dick instead of sucking my blood and money. It is only your fault if I have to stoop this low... it is only your fault that I have to do this to get myself some money to cancel the debt you put us both into... no... you put me into. You are somehow spared of this, aren’t you?
Bitch...
Damn you and damn Tetsu for pushing me into this marriage.”
Things can’t get any more pathetic than this... I’m prostituting myself only to get money so that she can buy more fur coats and designer bags.
It’s my money! I should be spending it on whores and booze...
I bang my fist against the paneled walls of the elevator, right before the doors swoosh open to let me into the fourth floor.
My heart beats faster as I approach my destination... and I finally think I’m going to collapse when I find myself in front of the room reading 431.
I take a deep breath... and I insert the card key given to me into the lock slot.
The door is opened suddenly... science can’t have gone that far, can it?
I see a rather large, sturdy man standing in front of me. He looks like he could be my bodyguard.
The first thing I notice is... I wouldn’t lay him if I didn’t need money this urgently.
Man... Why couldn’t my first customer be, at least, cute?
“Eto...”
“Haido-san...” The man spurts in a rough voice.
“Ha-hai...”
“Please, do come in. Your arrival was expected.”
“I... I can imagine...” I nod nervously and I try to walk in.
“Remove your shoes, please.”
“Ah... ah... hai.” How could I forget that? I obey. For a second I notice again what an obeying person I am. I always do as I’m told.
Look where it’s gotten me...
“You can leave your belongings here.” The big man points at a small coffee table in front of a loveseat. “And then proceed to the bedroom.”
“Ah... ah... hai... hmm... No... no getting to know each other?” I ask shyly. I know. I’m an asshole.
“You will get to know my master. Don’t worry.” The man snaps and turns on his heels. It’s a bit of a relief... Such a big guy could burst me...
I am so ashamed. I feel so humiliated.
I walk into the dark bedroom, there is only a small candle burning. I hit the light key but it doesn’t seem to work.
Weird... Such a luxurious hotel and they can’t even fix the fucking electricity thing?
I sit on the large bed and all I can hope for is that it won’t take too long, it won’t be too harsh, and he does have lubricant, cuz I forgot to bring some.
“Maybe I should undress...” I think.
I take my clothes off reluctantly, and I sit on the large bed again.
It feels comfortable.
I catch sight (with much too effort) of an ashtray resting on the night table, and a pack of cigarettes. There’s a tiny envelope with matches near it.
Maybe I could smoke a cigarette while he arrives. Maybe...
I pull the cover apart and I slide into the bed.
I light a cigarette in the darkness and I wait.
I fantasize that he won’t arrive... that he’ll pay me anyway...
I need the money so badly.

I hear a murmur in the other room, and I crush my cigarette against the ashtray almost in fear. I get out of bed timidly, and I walk towards the door.
The lights in the other room are off now. I can’t see much... and then this cheesy jazz music starts playing.
Man... Whenever I hired a prostitute I never got this weird.

The door opens before me, and a large figure, covered by a hooded cloak stands before my naked self. I’m so scared I think I’m gonna pee on myself... luckily all I do is gasp.

“Kireina...” a hoarse whisper comes out from the dark figure. I’d swear I’ve heard that voice before... but I’m either too nervous or too stunned to recognize it. I could be wrong.

His fingers touch my face slowly.
“I’m laruku no Haido.” I whisper timidly.
“I know.” He whispers too. I wish he would speak up... I swear if he did, I’d recognize him immediately... maybe that’s why he doesn’t.
He sounds like he’s trying to pull some weird accent... maybe he’s gaijin? He’s rather tall... and I can’t see his face.
He takes my shoulders and turns me around.
“Bed...” He prompts me. “Face down.”
I nod.
It’s really humiliating.
I realize probably the guy doesn’t care about who I am... I mean, at least I know he’s not a fan. He probably only wants to fuck me cuz I’m famous.
Because the bigger fish always eats the smaller one.
So I kneel on the bed and I sink my head in the pillow.
Maybe... maybe it’s better you know? If it’s dark and my face is buried into these cushions...
Because well... if I cry... at least, nobody will notice...

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