Found in the Translation

Lee drowsily rolled over onto her stomach, lifting her head off the fluffy hotel pillow to squint at the bedside clock. Her tiny, thin t-shirt pulled up over her hips, but she still felt weighted down by the thick, luxurious hotel bed covers. Her miniscule lacy panties didn't provide much barrier from the scratchy blanket to her ass, but she didn't mind. She reached for a glass of water and covertly checked whether Edward was in the room. It didn't appear that he was, and she felt the usual pang of disappointment.

She spied a note in his scratchy old-man handwriting, and snatched it off the pillow next to her. "Eat this," was all it said. It had been sitting on top of the lid to the room's ice container, so she lifted the lid and peered inside. There was a chocolate chip muffin and a small carton of skim milk. But where was he? She reached over for her planner, or rather his planner, and flipped to that day's listing.

Sitting up, she sat cross-legged on the bed and ate what Edward had left her. She rolled her eyes at his morning plans- a meeting with his customer and of course, the assistant. Although Lee was no Olympian force to be reckoned with herself, she felt her small stature getting fired up remembering the previous night. She hoped that Edward hadn't left early because of it, and that he wasn't upset with her.

*****

He had asked her to accompany him to dinner with his client. Earlier in the day, he had picked out a cheap, thin, shiny dress from a stall merchant and asked – ordered – her to wear it.

Its halter neck revealed smooth, soft expanses of pale skin, and its hemline, which stopped dangerously close to the sweet area where her behind met the tops of her legs, gave viewers quite a show. "That's it? That's all you want me to wear? What if there's a wind? What about me getting in and out of cars, or booths, or..."

Edward ignored her, as he knew she was secretly thrilled by him picking out clothes for her, and had left her to get prettied up in the bathroom.

Her dark eyeliner and glitter were a sharp shock to the nude-makeup look many of the girls opted for in Japan, including Edward's customer's assistant. When the men met, they didn't even introduce the girls. Lee had taken full advantage of her near nakedness, taking every opportunity she could to brush against Edward in his business suit, or allow his palm to rest on her thigh. She was surprised that Edward's customer didn't make conversation with her, but quickly realized that she was there, indeed, as arm candy. That was OK with her. She'd be happy to be Edward's arm candy. Or any candy, esp the kind that he'd suck on, bite, chew, etc.

In their few days in this strange land, Lee had grown accustomed to the tea ceremonies and eccentric food offerings. Edward always ordered for her, choosing basic and – in his opinion – bland options. She settled back, slightly pressed into his side, with her legs crossed, revealing young bare thighs all the way almost to the top. Edward's customer spoke excellent English, but Lee found herself drifting into a haze of sexual expectation. She snapped out of it when Edward poked her side. "My cigars." He barked, and Lee scrambled to pull them from her purse. He offered one to his customer (not either of the girls) and the two men went back to their conversation.

When their food was served, though, Lee, who always waited for Edward to pick up his fork before making a motion to hers, noticed that the customer's assistant had her eye on Edward as well. Maybe it's just the culture, she said, as the other assistant forked some sushi and actually held it out to Edward's mouth. Instinctively, Lee raised her arm to take the fork from the assistant, but Edward stopped her, bending to eat the raw matter on the end of the tines.

Laughing, the assistant whispered something in her native language to the customer, and slipped out of their side of the booth, coming around to press in with Edward and Lee. Lee cursed herself for her preference of sitting on the inside of the booths – wherever she was, she liked to feel tucked in tightly, and Edward always sat so close to her. If she'd sat on the outside and had Edward against the wall, the assistant wouldn't have been able to nudge in with them.

It was a tight squeeze, but nothing on Edward's face revealed any displeasure. The other assistant giggled, stroking his blond hair – a rarity in Japan – and playing with the lapel pins on his suit jacket. He took one off and placed it in her hand, then closed his around it. Lee didn't care – she knew Edward had a ton of those giveaway pins – but she didn't like the thought of his skin on anyone else's, and she didn't like how this girl seemed to be flirting with him.

She couldn't reconcile the feeling- she wasn't his. As much as she wanted to be. So, she looked down, and fiddled with her straw, but was on ready alert as soon as his drink was empty. She poured more for him out of the urn on the table, she passed him more napkins as soon as he balled his up on the table. She perfected the wide-eyed, empty-head stare that she knew would be valued in this country. She also sat up straight, allowing her tiny dress to ride up her thighs. If Edward would just tear his glance away for a moment, she knew he'd like what he saw.

After multiple rounds of after-dinner drinks (for the men only), Edward took the cue from his host and the men stood, shaking hands. Edward's customer's assistant twittered away, but Lee stepped close to his side, creating a barrier between them. She knew it was snarky and probably unnecessary, but she was his assistant. She was his. It was rare to find someone like Edward, and she didn't want some client's piece of fluff messing that up. Then she laughed to herself, figuring that the client probably thought she was Edward's piece of fluff. Finally after bowing, Edward placed his hand on the small of her back (bare to the world, from the cut of the dress), and propelled her into a cab. He hadn't said more than ten words to her the whole night.

"Get ready for bed, it's a long day tomorrow," he spoke, as they arrived at their room. Lee had hoped, from when she saw the reservation, that they'd be sharing that big soft bed. She hadn't dared ask him how he'd managed to get them only one room. She'd assumed he'd have fucked her the minute they got there. And he hadn't. Now she was worried that she'd blown it completely.

"Edward? Are you OK?" she asked timidly, almost like a little girl.

From behind the imported English newspaper, he grunted and rustled the pages. "I'm fine, go to bed, it's way past your bedtime."

"Where are you going to sleep, Edward?"

"Right here, where I have been the whole time we've been here." Lee couldn't imagine how a pull out rocker chair could be comfortable, not when there was a huge marshmallow fluff bed to sleep on, and an adorable, willing assistant to sleep in.

"Don't you... um, do you..."

"What is it Lee? You're being annoying."

"I'm sorry. Edward, I really am sorry. About dinner, if I did anything..."

"You didn't. Now seriously, go brush your teeth, take your medicine, and get your ass into bed."

She followed his instructions, making a point to parade around for a moment in her skimpy underthings. Hey, if it worked in Lost in Translation, it could work here, right? Oh, wait, it didn't work in that movie. That was the whole point. But wow, that movie really did sex up Bill Murray's career... Lee was faffing around the room, stalling. "Would you like me to get you some ice water, Edward?"

"Yes, thank you."

She scrambled to fill the ice bucket, and then chose a clean glass for him. She put it by his arm, then stood close to his chair for a moment. She longed to simply straddle him, to rip the newspaper from his hands, present herself to him instead. But she didn't. She couldn't make that move. Not here, especially, even behind the closed doors of their room.

"Goodnight, Edward. Let me know if you need anything, I'll get it for you. And you know you can... um, sleep on the bed, right?"

"Yes, goodnight Lee. I'll see you in the morning."

*****

Now, a day later, Lee felt that standing so close to him was more than she could take. As he sat in the plastic chair on the tiny hotel balcony, she turned around and pressed the upper half of her body against the railing, facing away from him. Her ass was just about level with his face. She kicked off her heels and brought herself down exactly to his level. Then she started swaying, with him just inches from touching her. He quietly reached and pulled her floaty dress up to her hips, so that he had a perfect view of her panties and round ass. "I thought I told you not to wear those," he said to her, one of his long fingers tracing the elastic that kept her bound inside.

"I thought it might be improper... or rude..." she said, culling all of her energies not to push back on that hand of his.

"It's rude for you to not to do what I say. It's a fireable offense, actually," his fingers had breached the elastic and now toyed with the thin hairs that were all that separated him from her insides.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You will be..." She could feel his hands move away from her and she repressed an outraged cry. But then she silently celebrated because she could hear him remove the belt from his suit. Who wore belts with a suit anyway? She shook her head from this distracted thought.

He reached around her so that the belt was stretched in front of her face, and he pressed his crotch into her from behind. It never ceased to make her wet to know that she had caused his hardness. "Put your left hand to your neck, and grip the balcony bar with your other hand," he hissed into her ear.

She did as he told her, surprised and pleased that he knew creating a barrier between her neck and the belt was a safety precaution that would free him to fuck her without a second thought. Once he secured the belt tightly (but nothing crazy, this wasn't exactly his style), he sat back down in the chair. Lee moaned in outrage, as she could feel herself swelling and opening and needing to be filled. "Show me what you want," he said to her.

She turned to protest, a real sticking point with Edward, his constant desire to see her touch herself. He knocked her forward again, bent down over the railing. From that position, she reached back and lowered her panties, kicking them off one bare foot at a time. Then she pushed up her dress again and spread herself with her fingers in a V-shape. He pushed his face forward, as if she was a museum curiosity on display, but not close enough that she could take advantage of the bristly hairs on his face, which she longed to ride until she couldn't even close her legs due to the soreness. The picture of her wantonly splayed on the bed, her muscles tattered from clutching around his head, the soft skin on her thighs torn, the red, puffy lips bruised and chewed and glistening. She took one of her long fingers, painted in a respectable French manicure, and inserted it into herself. Edward watched as it glided back and forth, in and out, deeper and deeper, a collection of her juices spilling out onto her hand.

Lee could hear his breathing get heavier and more labored. She heard the telltale zipper, but didn't hear his clothes pooling around the floor, as she expected. She turned around to see what he was doing, but he slammed her forward again, and before she could recover a breath, he was inside of her, thrust to the hilt. He covered her mouth with his hand, not to block her breathing, but to catch her scream. She struggled to steady herself as he fucked her, the sheer force of him bringing her up off the cement floor of their balcony. Her breasts spilled out of the top of the dress, and her stretched to the hilt pussy was on display to anyone who was within a few floors of them in the U-shaped hotel.

Edward's jacket lapels brushed against Lee's back as he continued to pound away at her, inside of her, outside of her. She liked that it felt sort of like a blanket wrapped around her. When she uttered a little shriek, it scared the crap out of him, but he was psyched at his ability to remain rock hard inside of her. He gathered her up, his cock still head-deep inside her, and bent her back to whisper in her ear, "What the fuck? Did I hurt you? Let me take this off..." he said, his hands quickly going for the belt around her neck.

Lee struggled to stop him, shaking her head. Edward dropped his hands from her neck, and slid up her dress to play with and expose her breasts. "Edward..." she whispered, a slight nervous tone added into her usual breathless, excited one.

"Lee, what is wrong with you? You're not going to stop me from fucking your pussy until you collapse."

"No... it's just..." Lee untangled one of her arms from where he'd been restricting it, and pointed at something about 1000 feet away from them.

Edward squinted, having left his glasses on the table outside with them. He knew that Lee was klutzy, and he could just picture one errant wave from her arm knocking them off the ledge forty floors down. He could make out other hotel rooms, some with the room-darkening blinds closed against the glittering night, others spread open with no signs of their residents. Then his eye caught on what he assumed Lee was pointing at. In a room directly opposite them, one floor up, Edward could just make out a small cluster of men in business suits, smoking, pressed up against the glass window.

Edward's prospective clients were gathered there, watching him fuck his assistant until she lost her mind. They had a full-frontal view of her breasts, her pussy (when he wasn't invading it), her smooth expanse of skin. But he didn't feel embarrassed, or worried. He felt empowered. It was unfortunate that the culture Lee and Edward were currently immersed in was so inherently male-dominated (Edward almost laughed as he thought how Lee would actually approve of that). Earlier in the trip, Edward had joined the men on an outing to a karaoke strip bar (only in Japan) and while they enjoyed cigars, the men had complimented Edward on his assistant, as if she was his accessory, like his briefcase and cell phone. They had commented on her attention to him, and her attractiveness. Although Lee herself liked to think she fit in with Japanese culture, she was a far cry from their beauty standards.

Edward took Lee completely off-guard when he reached around her and squeezed her breasts in his hands. "Mine, mine, this is mine," he was thinking, he seemed to be demonstrating. His cock, which had grown – incredibly – even harder than before, was nudging her pussy lips open all on its own. He looked directly across the windows at his – soon to be – clients, then pressed Lee back over the balcony again. With his rough, strong hands, he separated her butt cheeks, then took hold of his shaft and drove it deep into her pussy. He watched as her little lips clung to him as he thrust inside, how they rode him back and forth, in and out. He buried his hands in her hair and dragged her head up, so their viewers could watch her blissful expression as he fucked her. With one hand, he leaned over to grasp the bottle of beer on the table beside them. He held it up at the window facing them, toasting the clients, while he continued to fuck Lee over the balcony railing.