”She waited, breathless, listening for a sign. Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity--“I’m in number 24, Apartment B.”Then he hung u....April scrambled out of her seat, still a little tipsy. But determined. She scuttled down the sidewalk, the cold autumn air nipping at her bare legs. A short while later, she was in his hallway, her heartbeat racing.He opened the door. Stripped down to boxers and a T-shirt, a beer in one hand.Before he could say anything, before he could slam the door in. I started to feel faint again.You mean all this ... stuff you bought is for me and ... and her?'Exactly, ' Ann said, the voice in my head sounding very satisfied. 'Although we will need to soften her up a bit first."I drove the rest of the way in silence, finally pulling in front of an expensive looking house on the North Side. The rain was still pelting down so I grabbed the bag of goodies and ran for the shelter of the small front porch. I remembered the woman who answered the bell very. ” “Mr Otani?” “The Chairman of the company that owns our studio. He’s half American and married to Megumi Kato. We girls all admire her so much! She started at eighteen as an actress in Marucho’s adult videos—just like me—and now she’s running the company. You met them both at the party.” “Oh, er, yes …” I said, vaguely remembering a tall, handsome man—he had hardly looked American at all—and his beautiful and charming wife. “They remember you. They are keen to help you,” Natsuko added, looking. Bertha would rather frig herself than let a man touch her. With all the new flesh arriving on the scene and so much of it already buzzing on Ecstasy and coke, it was as inevitable as night follows day that pretty much all of us would get naked and writhe around together on the mattresses, sofas and rugs. And as several of us had shed our clothes almost as soon as we had the excuse, the opportunity for sex could hardly have been more evident. Crystal was never comfortable with textile against.