Green IslandCandy and Shnade Make it Happen
March 5th 2011 07:51
Back at the capsule hotel Candy was quiet and sullen. Hiro tried to be solicitous but seemed to be failing in making a good impression. He wanted to ask her what the matter was but at the same time he sensed that if he did it would make matters worse. He was always been accused of asking dumb questions by the women in his acquaintance. Hiro didn’t want to make Candy more sullen and distant. He thought that he had some good news but her refusal to make eye contact in the kitchen as they waited for the kettle to boil made him reluctant to break the strained silence. He had a thought. Maybe I did something wrong or said something wrong. Maybe I should just tell her I love her and try and kiss her. No that was a bad move. Yet Hiro was pressed for time. He could only tarry in Tokyo for a couple more days and then he had to go home. He wanted to stay but he had promised his parents and he needed to save for the next University term.
Candy was similarly conflicted with questions, responsibilities and deadlines: most of all she felt a thorny irritation with Hiro. Why hadn’t he done something at the bar? At times like this she pined for a bit of Latin machismo. Her former Bolivian boyfriend, Rapi, would have asserted his mating rights in front of such predators. Instead, Hiro just blandly stepped back and politely chatted to the Japanese couple behind the horny, burlesque Aussies. Does anyone have balls in this country, she wondered as she watched Hiro pour the green tea from a ceramic tea pot with bamboo patterns and an effeminate long spout.
“Candy-san, I have maybe interesting news for you. I spoke to Mitsuharu-san at the bar and he said maybe he can help you find job.”
Fuck. Candy jumped out of her self-pity like someone with sleep apnea bursting from sleep and gasping air. Candy smiled warmly and begged Hiro to continue.
“Mitsuharu has brother who does some work for hostess bars. Something about driving girls to places. He didn’t say but it maybe yakuza..Yakuza is how to say…I remember ‘gangster’.
The horizon went cloudy and ambiguous for Candy but she listened intently.
“Mitsuharu-san said he know places where you can get job as hostess. Money is good. Place to stay. He said maybe not in Tokyo; that a girl must learn first before get job in best clubs in Tokyo. You need to learn Japanese but that no problem – all girls learn Japanese. Candy-san, I don’t like this. Yakuza are bad people.”
Perversely, Hiro’s intuitive concern only spurred Candy on to forget her own misgivings about this glimmer of a possibility. It seemed that there could only be so much cowardice in a room at any one given time and Hiro was keeping it all for himself.
Candy said her first meaningful words since they had got back from Shibuya.
“First of all, Hiro, I forgive you. Don’t ask what for. You know what for. Secondly, this is brilliant news, I think. It is my only opportunity so far. I’m a big girl you know. I can have a look at what this Mitsuharu is offering or what his employers are offering and make my own mind up. Hiro you need to balls up…Never mind…I mean get some Latin in you – be a man.”
Hiro nearly spilled his green tea. Some Latin in me? Hiro hated dancing. Still he took lots of encouragement in seeing Candy’s smile. The smile said a lot more than the words. He knew that he had made her happy.
He knew it even more when Candy kissed him on the cheek before she climbed into her capsule that night.
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“Let’s crack this mother!” Shnade shouted a bit too enthusiastically. Or so he thought. He had just been to the shabby toilet in his apartment and done a quick bowl while Taka waited in the tatami room. On his return Shnade was full of his plan. In his slight paranoia he hoped he wasn’t giving the game away. That ho in the green club had scared him momentarily to his marrow and still the warning lingered in the background of Shnade’s thoughts.
“Jolly good.”
Shnade felt reassured by the faggy British English. No wonder we had to help them out in Vietnam. The Brits talk complete nonsense. He went off to the kitchen to source some vaguely clean glasses. Lucky they had bought ice and coke. It placed a maximum strain on Shnade to get glasses, anything more would be asking for disappointment.
They got down to the drinking. Shnade grew gradually more relaxed as he let Taka go on about his days punting something in Cambridge and drinking moaning something with his chums. It was a bit like a lesson but he could drink and smoke. The bowl had put Shnade in an almost playful mood.
“Say Taka. Why aren’t you married? Guy like you: good connections; good family – what gives? You seem to meet some hot chicks. Fuck that Romanian chick was hot. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Nade-san.” With that Taka seemed to get anxiety.
“Dude?”
“Nade-san. You ask personal question. But it’s OK I think you good friend.” At this point Taka stiffened and his usual British loquaciousness seemed to dry up. Shnade started wondering if he should hit the toilet for another pipe. He missed any subtleties in conversation that might have given him some indication where the conversation was going.
For his part, Taka realized that there was no need to explain things to his new American friend. That was one of the reasons why he liked hanging out with Shnade: he didn’t have to meet any weight of expectations. These expectations seemed to plague his daily life as the son of the boss. The hierarchy that he belonged to seemed to own him. When he went to work, he immediately felt jacked into a system that formalized everything he did from the factory uniform he wore to the stodgy lunch he ate in the company canteen. How he missed England where it was acceptable to do slightly stupid things like keep gnomes in your garden, get tattoos or believe in UFOs.
“You know I have the occasional casual fling; but nothing serious. Sadly, I have to consider my place in the company. My father will decide when I get married.”
Shnade couldn’t get what a fling was. Throwing something he vaguely remembered. By the end of Taka’s little speech he understood that Taka was telling him that he did in fact bang hos.
“Taka, you dog. I knew that for all your faggy Britishness that you must get some lady action. You done the Romanian chick?”
Shnade’s coarseness took Taka somewhat by surprise. He was considering whether he should take offence at the slur on Britishness but he felt the pragmatic approach held the most promise of maintaining a pleasant peace and maybe a successful outcome.
Taka poured them another drink each. “She’s not really my cup of tea. Although I must say she has considerable charms. Quite a tigress. No doubt a wild time between the sheets.”
Taka immensely enjoyed talking dirty. He hadn’t done anything as remotely shocking as this since his fleeting summer in England. Taka flushed slightly and decided to remove his jacket.
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Things moved fast for Candy. Hiro had done so well the other night in the bar in Shibuya. He had wisely ignored the comical Australians and had done some useful networking instead. It all seemed very Japanese. The direct, brash approach was basic and basically got you nowhere. It was all about treading softly and obliquely approaching your goal.
Candy and Hiro met Mitsuharu the following day in a café in Roppongi and had made polite conversation. Mitsuharu spoke a bit of English and politely asked Candy about her home, family and hobbies. Nothing of importance seemed to be said, but when they got up to leave Mitsuharu begged them to wait a few minutes as he wondered outside to have a cigarette and make a phone call. Candy sensed she had passed some type of test.
“I’m not sure I trust this man, Candy.” Taka whispered to Candy as they waited outside for Mitsuharu to finish his call. He couldn’t explain why he didn’t trust Mitsuharu. Something in the atmosphere and bearing of the young Japanese man – maybe it was something to do with being in Roppongi, an area that Hiro described in strange terms that seemed to imply it was both snobbish and sleazy. Only in Japan, Candy thought.
Mitsuharu crossed the road and re-joined Candy and Hiro. He spoke quickly in Japanese to Hiro. During the conversation Hiro made some polite noises and ever so slightly genuflected.
“He says his brother is going to talk to his boss about you, Candy. But he says he wants to take a picture of you with his katai so his brother has picture to show boss. Do you understand?”
Candy wasn’t sure what a ‘katai’ was but she couldn’t see the harm in taking a picture.
“Sure. Tell him that is fine.”
After another brief interchange of Japanese, Mitsuharu pointed his cell phone at Candy. He stepped back so as to get all of Candy in the picture. Hiro moved away from Candy’s side so as not to ruin the picture. Mitsuharu seemed to take his time taking the photo and politely demanded three shots before he seemed happy.
The following day was the last day Hiro could spend with Candy. In the morning his phone rang and he ran out to the balcony to take the call. He came back to the kitchen where they were in the middle of having rice and miso soup for breakfast.
“You meet the boss tonight in Roppongi. He says bring your bag. Maybe you now have place to stay.”
Now that it was happening for Candy she was beginning to feel worried. Was she doing the right thing? Maybe she should just go back home to Canada and get a regular job. Candy tried to shut that door on her thoughts where her misgivings brooded. She focused instead on the here and now.
As it was Hiro’s last day in Tokyo, Candy decided they should do something fun together. She wanted to show Hiro that she valued his friendship.
“What shall we do for your last day, Hiro? What do Japanese people do for fun?”
“They go to Tokyo Disneyland”
Candy tried to suppress her snort of derision. “Isn’t Disneyland for children?”
“Number one place for Japanese. Many people go for holidays and Christmas.”
As Candy finished drinking her weird tasting soup without a spoon she pumped Hiro for details about Tokyo Disneyland. It seemed that it wasn’t in Tokyo at all but near Tokyo Airport which she had discovered from experience was also not in Tokyo. It also seemed that most of the time spent in the theme park was spent lining up for rides. Candy had an idea.
“How about going to a beach? It’s really hot. The sea must be nice and warm. There must be a train we can take to the coast. I’d love to go for a swim. Only I don’t have a bikini.”
The thought of seeing Candy in a bikini made Hiro blush, he felt himself involuntary stiffen in his shorts. He turned his back quickly on Candy and started fiddling with the Zojirushi rice cooker to hide his excitement. He had an idea.
“We could go to a beach called Chigasaki. It’s on the Tokaido line. Not far. Perhaps we could do some shopping first to get swim wear.”
They did their shopping. Candy bought a skimpy red bikini and Hiro bought a pair of baggy grey swimming shorts with a drawstring to stop them falling down. Hiro didn’t bother trying his purchase on but Candy took the time to try a few bikinis before she found one that she liked. For some reason she didn’t go for a conservative fit, but instead went for a bikini that showed a bit more backside and that gave ample view of her C cup breasts. She was originally irritated by the bizarre foam padding in the breast cups. She had to get Hiro to explain her dissatisfaction to the girl running the changing rooms. All the bikinis were the same. Candy wondered why she saw porn everywhere she went in Tokyo but shops sold such staid swimwear. Candy frowned until the shop assistant pointed out how the foam could be easily removed.
Candy vanished back into her changing room and performed the removal operation on the bikini that she liked the best and inspected the results. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skinny legs had a light tan. Her tummy was nice and flat. Her nipples swelled gently through the bikini bra. More so as she thought of the effect this outfit would have on Hiro. She had not failed to notice his embarrassment in the kitchen that morning when Candy mentioned buying a bikini. She was getting turned on by the thought of turning Hiro on. Finally, she turned around. Her bottom nicely stretched the bikini bottom fabric. Not too big, but not flat like Japanese girls’ arses. Candy smiled wickedly, stripped quickly and put back on her panties, bra, shorts and T-shirt.
At the counter Hiro was taking out his wallet to pay when Candy stepped in front of him and handed over her credit card.
“My treat, Hiro. You paid for the beers the other night. It’s to say thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
Hiro tried to protest as Candy knew he would but she insisted with a determination that would brook no disagreement.
They caught a train from Tokyo station. The ticket was only 150 yen. That was a surprise to Candy. She was expecting the fare to be expensive like everything else in Japan.
On the train they drank a beer and when they arrived at Chigaski station they had a bowl of noodles on the platform standing up. She watched as the old lady at the noodle stand went through the slow methodical motions of making the noodles. It reminded her of the old ladies in Thailand calmly dishing up food at the side of the road.
When they arrived at the beach it was hot. It was also a strange grey colour.
“What the fuck happened to the sand, Hiro? Why is it black?” Candy was a bit put out. She had become accustomed to beautiful white sand Thai beaches.
Hiro smiled. “It’s from volcano. Makes sand black.”
Candy shrugged.
The beach was full of people despite it being a weekday. Many people had tents, awnings and other portable devices to keep off the sun. Within minutes of being at the beach Candy was astounded at how much kit the Japanese needed to bring to the beach in their massive cars. Although they clearly enjoyed the sun, sea and sand, Candy doubted they would enjoy any of it without a plethora of equipment. She looked out at the sea. There was quite a swell. Several people were surfing and body boarding. Again more kit.
Candy was determined to enjoy her day out. She took Hiro’s hand and dragged him off down the beach. They found a less crowded spot near the end of the beach. Once they had put down Candy’s sarong on the dark hot sand, she went off to find a toilet to change. Hiro was trying hard to keep his pecker in check. He had glimpsed the outlines of Candy’s figure during their brief acquaintance and now his imagination was filling his head with titillating renditions of what Candy would like in her new bikini. Not wanting to delay the moment, Hiro quickly changed into his swimming kit under a towel. He then lay back under the hot sun and closed his eyes.
“Wake up, silly. Let’s swim.”
Hiro opened his eyes and saw Candy resplendent in the small red bikini smiling unabashedly.
Hiro sat up. She slowly did a 360 in front of him and purred, “What do you think?”
She knew very well what he thought. It was written all over his innocent face.
Hiro followed Candy into the water. The waves were a couple of feet or so high near the shore and nearly 6 feet further out. Hiro expected Candy to scream and get stuck in the breaking waves like the other Japanese girls in the water. Instead Candy dived into the first wave coming at them and cut the water like a knife. Hiro stood there and got knocked back to the shore, his shorts nearly coming off in the process. He tied the drawstring and went back into the water. Already he could see that Candy was bobbing in the water beyond the breaking waves.
When Hiro reached Candy she was lying on her front letting the swelling waves roll underneath her. She looked beautiful. He also tried to float on his back but soon got a mouth full of sea water as a wave’s crescent splashed over him.
They spent 30 minutes swimming and bobbing in the sea. There were few people in their section of the sea. Hiro was worried that the beach guards in tight Speedos and orange caps would tell them to move but they seemed to be preoccupied with keeping the surfers and paddlers apart.
As they trod water Candy told Hiro about her trip. She edited out the details about credit card fraud, about dealing coke in Argentina and Bolivia, about taking a strange drug in the Amazon jungle and about seeing a guru’s penis on a beach in Thailand. Hiro hadn’t been anywhere and his basic questions about food, seasons, transport and language padded out the conversation.
Candy got bored of the conversation and dived under water. Hiro was on his tip toes fighting to keep his balance as the swell rose and fell and pulled him into a wave and then lifted him over the hump.
With a splash Candy appeared behind him and with agility climbed on his back. Hiro could feel Candy’s breasts nestle against his back. Candy kissed Hiro’s neck and wrapped her legs around him.
“Enjoy,” she whispered in his ear. She slid around to his front and kissed him on the lips. Soon their tongues were dancing together. At the same time her right hand found the bow of Hiro’s drawstring and pulled the knot undone. She then felt in the swirling water and found his hardened manhood, all the time not breaking the kiss. They rose as a wave lifted them off the seabed. Not deterred, Candy carefully worked Hiro’s shaft. He tried frantically with his feet to stop his shorts washing away. They kissed with a passion born from pent up excitement. All the time Candy kept up her watery tugging. Hiro groaned deep in his throat and broke the kiss. He saw that Candy’s left breast had partly escaped her bikini. He plunged forward and took her pink areola and bullet like nipple in his mouth. In moments he came and came.
As Hiro was having his first and maybe greatest ecstatic moment of his life, a bigger wave breaking much further out loomed for a second over their heads before crashing down on them.
They washed up in the shallows. Candy laughed as she hastily put her breasts away and pulled the bikini bottoms out of her crack. Hiro crouched in the water as he hastily fumbled with his shorts. Candy plodded through the lines of receding waves clawing at the beach and went to lie down. Hiro had to wait in the shallows until his tumescence no longer made a tent of the shorts that he had thankfully retained.
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It was 2 in the morning and Shnade and Taka were still attacking the Japanese whiskey. Shnade had given up trying to hide his ganja smoking by going to the toilet. Instead he just blazed bowls in front of Taka. To his surprise, Taka didn’t decline when he was offered the pipe. There seemed to be more to Taka than Shnade had bothered to suspect.
Suddenly the small talk took a massive step into big talk. Taka looked pale and had a certain odd seriousness about him that Shnade had never seen before.
“Shnade, you must think I’m a bloody fool,” Shnade was about to slip into rhetorical gibberish as was his want, but Taka silenced him by his next sentence. “I know what you want. You have been taking looks at my jacket all night. You want to steal it, don’t you? You think there is money in it, don’t you?”
“Dude, I..”
“Shut up you sweaty, stupid man. I’m going to show you.”
With that Taka reached across the old tatami and grabbed his rumpled jacket. He turned it so that the black silky lining was showing. He then felt along the hem and after a few seconds he unclasped or unbuttoned something (Shnade couldn’t see clearly) and reached inside the jacket lining. Moments later he had fished out two thin bundles wrapped in plastic. He put them on the table.
“Let’s have another one of your pipes.”
Shnade dutifully pinched off two blims from his small chunk and took the first one himself. Choking and red faced he reloaded and passed it to Taka who expertly fired the nugget and chugged the pipe dry. Taka paused for a second and then exhaled.
“You see before you two packets of money. Each contain ten ichi man bills. That’s about $1000 dollars a pack – I don’t want to strain your brain with math. I’ll give you one packet.”
With that Taka pushed one of the bundles across the kotatsu table and left it by the pool of water caused by the condensation from Shnade’s glass of whiskey, coke and ice.
Again Shnade started up on a speech of semi grammatical blither. Taka reached over and held the money before Shnade could whisk it from the table.
“I say. Dear chap. All things come at a price. I have entertained you, spent lots of money taking you to expensive hostess clubs and I have tolerated your uncouth mouth and manners. I can think of a better use for your mouth. Do you want to earn this money?”
Taka released the money. Shnade didn’t take it. Instead his eyes were focused on Taka who had suddenly stood up. Taka yanked at his belt and unclipped his trouser fastener. The slacks fell around his ankles. Taka slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then parted it. He put his hands on his hips and displayed white y fronts bulging with excited Japanese genitalia.
“Suck it fucker and get paid.”
Shnade on hands and knees lumbered over to Taka and kneeled before the business man’s excitement. Like he was picking up a dead rat he fingered the corner of Taka’s underpants and pulled them down. A small penis pronged out. Shnade paused.
“Suck it fucker and get paid.”
I won’t tell you what went through Shnade’s head but he did indeed lean forward, still on his knees and took Taka’s excited manhood in his mouth.
Before Shnade could pull away, Taka had grabbed Shnade’s fuzzy potato shaped head firmly and started to roughly thrust. As Shnade struggled Taka rammed his hips harder and deeper into the American’s mouth.
Taka thrust and thrust until he cried ‘suck it fucker’ for one last time before ejaculation. As he came he held Shnade’s sweaty head in a vice like grip, the pleasure almost too much. Shnade chocked with every wave of release.
Catch Up on Earlier Installments of the Candy and Shnade Tale:
Tears and a Clown (Part 10)
Candy Finds a Capsule Hotel and Shnade Gets His First Apartment (Part 9)
Candy and Shnade Reach the Line (Part 8)
Candy Gets Religion and Shnade Gets a New Guitar (Part 7)
Shnade Gets Drunk with a Serial Killer and Candy Arrives in Bangkok (Part 6)
Candy and Shnade Move On (Part 5)
Candy Trips in the Jungle and Shnade Trips Up (Part 4)
Candy Comes in the Jungle and Shnade Becomes the Man (Part 3)
Candy in Bolivia and Shnade in Hawaii (Part 2)
Candy in Argentina (Part 1)
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