Chapter 14. Wednesday, June 27, 21:00 The New York Bar, Park Hyatt Hotel, Shinjuku District, Tokyo
Stan Goldman took a sip of his Japanese whisky and, as casually as he could, glanced at the table where Barbara, Gun and Annika had installed themselves, along with a man whom they all appeared to know well, a fellow Swede by the look of him. He was putting none too subtle moves on Barbara.
Stan had noticed them finishing their dinner in The New York Grill as he had made his way into the bar. He himself had decided to follow the ancient adage, “When in Rome,” and had dined in the hotel’s Japanese restaurant, Kozue. He had gone with a seafood menu, starting with deep fried snow crab dumplings in a carrot sauce. He had debated on the main course, but when he saw, ‘kinki rockfish’ on the menu he hadn’t needed to look further, given the activities he hoped to undertake with Tamiko later that evening.
The fish had been quite delicious, simmered in a sweet soy sauce. He had ordered sake to accompany the meal, and, knowing nothing about the different varieties, he had followed another old adage to order the second least expensive wine on the menu and he hadn’t been disappointed.
Stan couldn’t help noticing that Gun was appearing rather displeased, both by the presence of the man at their table and his obvious designs on Barbara, as well as by his own presence. Stan waited until her gaze was turned the other way, then, as discretely as he could, snapped a photo of the man.
‘It should be midday in Sweden, so hopefully I will get a quick answer,’ he thought as he composed a brief email to Björklund inquiring if they knew who this was.
The answer did in fact come quickly. “That is Professor Åke Persson, formerly of Uppsala University, now with the UN Human Rights Group. He is the one that lured Professor Moore to Sweden. He was her mentor early on and they are believed to be an item currently.”
Stan thanked Björklund. That explained why Moore was giggling at something that Persson said, something that neither Gun nor Annika found particularly funny. At least Moore seemed to be limiting herself to white wine, much like his Barb, rather than whatever they had been plying her with last night at the Red Dragon.
Everything seemed to be under control here and Gun’s glares in his direction were getting more insistent. Stan decided it was time to find out what time Tamiko got off work and see if he could convince her to join him for some fun, so he downed the remainder of his whisky and headed for the elevator.
Things were quiet in the hotel lobby. Tamiko was staring at the computer screen on the counter in front of her, looking bored. She looked up and smiled as he approached. “Good evening, Mr…ah, Stan.”
“Same to you, Tamiko. I found an interesting store near the hotel this afternoon. It’s called, ‘For Your Pleasure’. Do you know it?”
She blushed. “No, I don’t,” she said.
“I got a few things there for you that I think you might enjoy,” he said, winking at her.
“Like what, Stan?” she asked.
“You’ll have to come up to my room and see. I don’t think you’ll be sorry.”
Tamiko smiled. “I don’t know if I should,” she protested. “After all I’m on probation at the hotel, right?”
He laughed. “Yes, you are. Of course work comes first. What time are you finished?”
“At 10,” she replied.
Stan looked at the clock. It was already 21:30. “I can wait.”
“OK, Stan,” she replied. “I’ll see you there.”
Wednesday, June 27. 22:10. Room 4214 of the Park Hyatt Hotel, Shinjuku District, Tokyo
Stan was sitting in a chair facing the door, when he heard the latch turning. He was concerned for a moment, then he thought, ‘Of course, Tamiko can make a card key for any of the rooms.’ And, indeed, she slipped inside, closing the door quickly behind her.
Stan stood and walked quickly to where she stood. “Turn around and put your hands on the door,” he ordered, curtly.
“I’m sorry, what?” Tamiko asked, looking startled.
“Hands on the door, now!” Stan barked.
She turned and complied. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the handcuffs he had purchased at ‘For Your Pleasure’. Following the well-practiced procedures developed over a lifetime of police work, he snapped one cuff around her right wrist, brought her hand behind her back, then lowered her left hand behind her back and snapped the other cuff around her wrist. ‘Just like riding a bicycle,’ he thought. ‘You never forget how.’
“OK, you can turn around,” he said.
“What’s going on?” Tamiko asked, confused.
“Have you ever been arrested?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well, there has to be a first time for everything,” Stan told her. He could see the realization that this was part of their game dawning on her.
“What did I do?” she asked.
“You snuck that dress in your handbag in the store this afternoon.”
“No, I didn’t!” she protested, stamping her foot. “They’re lying.”
“The manager showed me the video,” Stan replied. “And he is pressing charges. It’s a very expensive dress, almost Ɏ 100,000. You could go to prison for several years.”
“I want to talk to a lawyer,” Tamiko said.
“No problem,” Stan replied, “But I have to book you first. Follow me.”
He sat down behind the table which made up part of the room’s furnishing. Tamiko stood across from him. He opened the drawer. There was some hotel stationery and a pen, which he laid on top of the table.
“Name?” he asked.
“Miyazaki, Tamiko,” she replied.
Stan wrote that on the paper. He suspected that was probably her real last name, since she hadn’t had any time to come up with a phony one, but it didn’t matter, of course.
“Date of birth?”
She gave him a date that would make her 28 currently.
“Height? Weight?”
“1.6 meters, 54 kg,” she replied. That seemed about right.
He raised his phone and snapped a quick head shot. “Please, I must look terrible,” Tamiko protested.
Actually, she was probably the best looking mugshot he’d ever seen in all his years as a cop. “It’s procedure,” he said. “Speaking of which, I have to search you.”
“I don’t have anything dangerous on me. I’m a good girl,” she said.
“I’m sorry, but it’s required,” Stan replied. “Turn around. I’m going to take the handcuffs off. But I’m warning you, don’t try anything.”
Tamiko turned around. Stan reached into his pocket and took out the key and removed the cuffs. Tamiko rubbed her wrists, relieved to have them free.
“Turn around.” She turned around. “Strip!” he ordered.
“What?” she demanded.
“You heard me. I have to be sure you’re not hiding anything. Than you can call a lawyer.”
“I demand to have a female officer do this.”
“Sorry, they’re all out on patrol. Now do as I say.”
“Are you sure this is necessary? Can’t you just pat me down?”
“I told you, it’s standard procedure.”
Tamiko looked peeved, but resigned. Wordlessly she bent down to remove her shoes and socks, then straightened up to unbutton her shirt, slipping it off her slim shoulders, folding it and laying it on a chair. Then, she unbuttoned her trousers and lowered them, stepping out of them. She folded them and placed them on top of the shirt.
Stan had his eyes fixed on her as she stood before him in her bra and panties. “Go on,” he said. “Everything off.”
“Pervert!” she muttered.
“I heard that,” he replied. “Just doing my job. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can talk with your lawyer and get out of here.”
Tamiko sighed, but she reached behind her and undid her bra, placing it on top of her other clothes. Then with only a bit of further hesitation, she lowered her panties and stepped out of them.
“Thank you for cooperating,” Stan said. It never hurt to be polite and professional. “Now please place your hands behind your head.”
Tamiko complied. Stan had never actually done a strip search. That wasn’t something detectives did. He doubted he would have wanted to do one on most of the low life criminals he had arrested, none of whom looked even remotely as desirable as Tamiko. Nevertheless, he felt he could do a credible job.
He ran his fingers through her hair, which was cut short and very straight-not the kind of hair one could easily hide contraband in. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. He peered inside. Then he checked her ears.
He felt in her armpits, then ran his hands down to her breasts, feeling each one carefully. They were lovely. Tamiko shook her head at the foolishness of such procedures. ‘No one could hide anything inside their breasts,’ she thought. ‘This is just to make the suspect feel uncomfortable.’
Stan knelt. “Lift your left foot,” he ordered. Her foot was dainty and quite attractive. He examined the sole carefully. “The other one please,” he ordered. She complied.
“Spread your legs a bit wider, please. I have to check everywhere,” he said.
“Procedure, right?” Tamiko replied.
“Yes,” Stan said as he reached his hand between her legs. He stoked her smooth labia with one finger, feeling the smoothness. He could also feel that she was wet. Tamiko’s eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.
He inserted the finger inside. She gasped as it entered her and probed her most intimate spots. Finally, he pulled out. “Turn around, please,” he insisted.
She turned around. He ran his hands over her sweet lower cheeks, running a finger up the crack and just sticking the tip of his finger into her rear hole. He felt her shudder.
“OK, you’re clean,” he announced. “Turn around.”
She turned, staring at him and shaking her head. “What did you think I would have up inside me?”
“You’d be surprised what I’ve found in my day,” he replied. “Alright, Tamiko, here’s the deal. I haven’t entered you into the system yet. You have a choice-you can call a lawyer and then I will have to enter your case. You’ll spend the night, maybe longer, in a cell with drug addicts and prostitutes. Then you’ll have to go to court.”
“With the video from the store, your chances of getting off are very small. Even with a good lawyer, you’re likely to go to prison. You won’t like it there; you’re small and you’re innocent and some of those women are very tough.”
Tamiko looked frightened. “You said I had a choice, though.”
“Yes, we can take care of it right here. I think that you are a good girl who made a mistake and if I punish you now, this will never happen again.”
“Punish me?” she asked nervously.
Stan went to the closet and returned with the flogger. He showed it to her, brushing it softly against her breasts. “One dozen with this, then you can go home with no record.”
“It will hurt, I think,” Tamiko said, nervously.
“Yes, it will, but then it will be over. It’s your choice.”
Tamiko looked like she was thinking. “Ok,” she said. “Let’s get it over with.”
“I have to restrain you,” Stan said.
“Is that procedure?”
“Yes, so you don’t move too much.” He went to the closet and retrieved the ropes he had purchased that afternoon.
“Bend over the table,” he ordered. Tamiko did as instructed. ‘God, she is gorgeous,’ Stan thought. He tied each wrist to one of the far side legs and tied her ankles to the near side legs. The pose, with her legs spread wide bent at the waist meant that her pussy and ass cheeks were spread open, exposing her most intimate places.
“Alright,” he instructed. “I want you to count each stroke. If you don’t, it will be repeated. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replied, the tension noticeable in her voice.
He swung the flogger, snapping the tails down hard on her ass.
“Oww!” she shouted. “That hurt!”
“It’s supposed to hurt!” Stan told her. “And you didn’t count, so you get that one again.”
“Bastard!” she muttered as he swung again.
“One!” she shouted.
Stan could see that she was pulling on the ropes that held her ankles, trying to get free, but to no avail. Her ass was beginning to turn a nice shade of pink. He delivered the next strike.
“Two!” she shouted, her voice catching. Her hips writhed against the table as she absorbed the stinging pain.
He swung again.
“San!” she shouted.
“What was that?” Stan asked.
“That’s three in Japanese,” she replied.
“I guess that counts,” he replied, smacking a fourth blow across Tamiko’s lovely globes.
By the sixth one, her ass was fire engine red. “Please, that’s enough!” she begged. “I’d rather go to prison!”
“No you wouldn’t,” Stan replied. “Believe me. Anyway, it’s too late to change your mind. But I’ll give you the next few on your back.” He raised the flogger and slashed it across Tamiko’s shoulder blades.
“Oww!” she cried, before quickly adding, “Seven.”
Stan delivered the next two to Tamiko’s back, then finished up with the last three to her ass. By the end, she was sobbing, with pain and humiliation, as well as possibly with relief that it was finally over.
He gave her a few moments to recover. “Can I get up now, please?” she asked.
“I have a little treat for you first,” he said. He walked around to stand in front of her. Her hair was disheveled and her face was streaked with tears and mucus. He showed her the pocket rocket, turning it on, pressing the buzzing head against her lips. “Would you like me to put this somewhere else?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Stan,” she replied, softly.
He walked around behind her and knelt placing his face close to her pussy. He could smell her arousal. Gently he touched the vibrator to her labia. She jerked and gasped. “Is that good?”
“Yes,” she replied. “It’s fantastic. Now do it again.”
He touched the buzzing head to her labia, this time keeping it there, running it up and down, brushing it against her clitoris with each pass.
Tamiko was moaning now, rising up on her toes. He took the vibrator away.
“Please, Stan, don’t stop.”
“Will you be a good girl for now on?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, just please don’t stop.”
Stan placed the vibrator on her clit. “Is that the spot?” he asked.
“Oh god, yes!” she said. Her hips were now gyrating against the buzzing toy, trying to reach the point of maximum pleasure.
“Ohhh!” Tamiko exclaimed, “I’m coming!” and from the trembling of her legs, her hands gripping the table for dear life and the wild thrusts of her pelvis, Stan knew that she was.
He kept the vibrator against her clit as her muscles slowly relaxed, then removed it and turned it off. He walked around to the front of the table, knelt and kissed her on the mouth.
“That was amazing!” she said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied. “It got me pretty excited, too,” he said standing, so that she could see the bulge in his trousers.
“I suppose I should take care of that, shouldn’t I? Since you are saving me from prison, right?”
Stan didn’t waste any time undressing, dropping his clothes on the floor. His erection was throbbing as he stood in front of Tamiko. With her hands still tied, she would have to satisfy him with her mouth, something he was eagerly anticipating since it was the one thing his Barbara refused to do.
Happily, Tamiko had no such reluctance. She opened her mouth and took him inside. She licked along the shaft and swirled her tongue around the head. Stan gazed down at her as she willingly pleasured him.
He was so excited that it didn’t take too long before he felt that familiar tingling sensation. He closed his eyes, groaned and emptied himself into Tamiko’s mouth. She swallowed most of it, letting a little bit dribble onto the carpet.
After a few moments to catch his breath, Stan untied Tamiko. They cuddled for a while in bed, naked, then took a shower together. “I need to be going,” she said as she dressed. “I’m on at 12:00 tomorrow.”
“It’s a good thing you stand behind your counter,” he said.
“Yes, it is,” she replied, laughing.
Thursday, June 28. 12:30. Check-in Counter of the Park Hyatt Hotel, Shinjuku District, Tokyo
The morning session of the conference hadn’t been bad. Stan had even learned a couple of things, especially from the talk by that Åke Persson fellow, the one who had been with the women in the bar last night. Barbara had seemed much more alert, asking good questions from a couple of the speakers. Perhaps, her current love interest’s arrival combined with limiting herself to a couple of glasses of white wine had improved her outlook.
Now they were on lunch break, so Stan wanted to see if Tamiko was feeling OK after last night. She was busy checking in a new arrival. He was a tall man, dressed in jeans, a Hawaiian shirt and cowboy boots. From what Stan could hear of his end of the conversation, he was a Texan and he was taking every opportunity to chat up Tamiko, for which Stan could hardly blame him.
The man somehow sensed that someone was standing behind him. He turned and told Stan, “Won’t be long, pal. This little lady is lookin’ to find me a real nice room.”
The man looked oddly familiar and that voice seemed like one Stan had heard before. Then it hit him. He knew this guy. “Bill?” he asked. “Bill Johnson from the NYPD?”
The man stared at him. “Shit!” he exclaimed. “You’re Stan, Stan Goldman.”
“Guilty as charged,” Stan replied.
“That case with the body fished out of the East River about ten years ago? It took some doing to solve that one, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did,” Stan replied, taking Bill’s hand and shaking it vigorously. “What the hell brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“Long story, my friend,” Bill replied. “I could ask the same of you.”
“Long story here, too.” Stan noticed Tamiko staring open-mouthed at the two of them. Then it hit him. What must she be thinking about their little cops and robbers game last night, now that it turned out that he really was, or at least had been, a cop?
She collected herself and said, “I have you in Room 4210, Mr. Johnson,” she announced. Bill turned to take the key. That was the same floor as Stan’s room, just a couple of doors down.
“We should talk, Stan,” Bill said as he collected his suitcase.
“How about lunch?” Stan asked.
“Sounds great. Let me grab a quick shower.”
“Sure,” Stan replied. “Let’s meet at 13:00 in The Peak Lounge. First, though, I want to have a word with the young lady here, if you’ll excuse me.”
