Hiroko enters the hotel around noon as the sun is shining relentlessly behind me, flooding the open lobby with its light. Her exposed skin soaks up the heat that burns through the glass doors as she took off her sunglasses. Hiroko stood there for a moment, feeling unsure about where she needs to go. She feels nervous and lost, her first time in New York.
Hiroko knows I’m watching her, I have seen her face before, but she has yet to see mine. Hiroko is 29 single Japanese singer/actress. I brought her to New York to meet with me, concerning managing her career and making her an international singer/actress.

I sat watching her in a chair from across the room, pretending to read the paper and successfully fitting in with the business types that pass her by. I realize that I literally held my breath when I saw her walk in, not expecting to see what is standing before me. The picture she had sent didn’t at all do her justice, this became more apparent to me as my eyes lingers over her body. I thought Hiroko is beautiful: a goddess. The sunlight selfishly consumes the space around her and made her appear to be some unearthly creature I had never seen. Her dark hair is pulled back at the base of her neck, not preened and pampered neatly, instead, pinned loosely and provocatively, allowing certain pieces to hang free. Her face is beautiful showing her innocence. Her dark eyes are big and innocent-looking as they search for me.

I watch as two men pass her assuming that they had smiled because she smiled back then lowered her head to blush. Her cheeks became flustered and I smile when I notice the men looking back at her as they walk out. I thought of how lucky I am; I’m going to have her tonight, and they weren’t. I smile again. My eyes move down her body taking in how perfectly her white tube dress hugs all of the right places, finally cutting off high on her thighs. Her legs seem to glow proudly against the white cloth, although they are not long, they are pleasantly toned. I watch as she moves her hand up to thin out her dress adjusting her stance, obviously trying her best to release her nervous energy while she stood waiting for me. I take in one last look, worshipping her with her clothes on, knowing that later there would be no such opportunity. I’m enjoying the feeling of being in control; watching her, making her wait, admiring the fact that she looks innocent, delicate, sexy, scared and helpless, and I’m the big bad wolf ready to make her mine.

My teasing is over as I slowly stood up walking towards her. Her eyes met mine for a second she smiles before she turns her head to look somewhere else. I walk closer and again she looks at me noticing I’m smiling at her with a devilish grin. Her eyes question whether it is me, but as I got closer, she is certain. “ Hi!” Hiroko can’t believe it is really me and went to embrace me with a warm hug. She hears me chuckle in her ear in a delivish way as I hold her close against my chest. Her petite stature is swallowed by my body and she feels like a little girl in my arms. “ Hi Hiroko!” I move to step back and look into her eyes, smiling like salivating wolf. “ Ugh! How long have you been here?! She asks , teasingly shoving her shoulder to flirt with me. “ Long enough for you to take my breath away.” I smiled, again laughed as she lowers her head to blush. “ Whatever!” She chuckles. “ I feel too dressed up. I didn’t know what to wear?!” Hiroko moves her hand to touch her cheek as if trying to hide the growing redness that is becoming apparent.

“ Well, what does it matter what you wear if it’s not going to be on later?” I whisper then laugh loudly, as if almost surprised by my own comment. She moves her hand to cover her mouth and laughs a little too, surprised and pleased by this, but also embarrassed. “ Wow, you are older then I expected.” She said.