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It’s not every day a beautiful young woman literally falls into your lap.
It definitely wasn’t something Joseph Joestar had expected on this, the worst business trip in ages. He’d at least been looking forward to visiting with his daughter and grandson, but the timing was all wrong; his trip coincided with school vacation and the Kujos had gone on their annual holiday to the family residence in the countryside. It was the one time of the year Jotaro would see his cousins, and Holly had promised to fly out to see her parents once Sadao was back from his latest tour, but Joseph was still in a bad mood - instead of spending time with his beloved daughter, he was stuck for a week in this damned country where he didn’t speak the language, hated the food, and had no idea how to spend his free time.
On top of all that, it had been raining all day, though he was stuck in meetings for most of it anyway. Real estate had been a whole lot more fun before he was successful; it was a game where he gambled on properties and charmed potential buyers. Now, he was little more than a figurehead, a mascot who smiled and shook hands while his subordinates handled most of the actual work. The deal he was negotiating this week was for his most expensive sale yet, a parcel of land in midtown Manhattan, and he was in line to earn something in the high seven or low eight figures, but even money was boring at this point. He felt restless, secretly hoping that something would happen, no matter how troublesome; a break from the normal routine of board meetings - hotel restaurant - sleep - repeat.
As it turned out, fate had a strange way of answering requests. As Joseph made his way down the crowded sidewalk towards his hotel, a car squealed to a sudden stop nearby, and a person was roughly shoved out the passenger door. A young woman, who stumbled against Joseph and slipped into a particularly deep and murky puddle in a dip in the road, all the while screaming something at the driver that Joseph couldn’t translate but definitely understood. He knelt to help her up and found himself holding her back from dashing into traffic after the now-retreating vehicle, still screaming in fury.
The car stopped about fifty feet ahead, turned, and came back their way… slowed… and sped up again, driving through the puddle and splashing them both with filthy street water. “Shithead!” Joseph yelled, loosening his grip on the angry woman. She glanced back and seemed to see him for the first time.
“Shithead,” she repeated, in fairly decent English, “That’s a good word, I like it.” She cackled, her anger dissipating some. “Shithead!”
Joseph snorted. “You like that? I’ve got plenty of ‘em. How about ‘cocksucker’?”
She wrinkled her brow. “Cock, like… chicken? I don’t understand that one.”
“No, uh,” he suddenly remembered he was talking to a young lady, “it’s another word for, uh.” He gestured vaguely towards his pelvis.
More raucous laughter. “Ooohhh! Yeah, that guy’s a cocksucker, all right.” She turned in the direction the car had escaped to. “SHITHEAD COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER!” Passers-by stopped to stare at the apparently unhinged woman and her towering gaijin companion, but she didn’t seem to care, or at the very least didn’t notice. “Haaahhh, that felt good. I’m not even sorry to see him go, except that shithead still has my purse - my train pass, my student ID, my makeup.” She crossed her arms around herself, shivering slightly in the lousy weather. “Shit.”
Joseph shrugged. “I’m staying just down the street, I can have the concierge call you a cab if you need to get home. You should come up and dry off first, though.” She wore a thin dress, no jacket, completely unsuited for the current temperature and clinging to her in a way that was probably uncomfortable but admittedly slightly flattering.
She sniffed. “I’m fine, I just want to go.”
“Nonsense, you’re soaking wet.” She shivered again, frowned slightly. “You can take a shower, the hotel laundry can dry your clothes.”
“Yeah, all right.” Her shoulders lowered slightly, releasing tension and bringing her guard down. “Higashikata.”
He blinked. “Sorry?”
She smiled, “It’s my name.”
“Ah.” He began to lead her towards the hotel. “I’m Joseph. So, uh, Hige.. Higsha…”
Laughter again, though a little more girlish this time. “All right, try ‘Tomoko’.”
She emerged from her shower in one of the room’s bathrobes, hair wrapped in a fluffy towel, followed by clouds of steam and the smell of every complimentary toiletry the hotel provided. “Aaahhh, you’re right, I do feel better. This is a pretty nice place you’ve got here!” She flopped on the bed, lounging as if it were her own.
Joseph looked up from his magazine, quickly averting his eyes from the flash of inner thigh as she arranged her long legs. “Yeah, it’s a decent place to spend a week.” Her skin glowed pink from the hot shower, healthy and young and firm; the silk robe flowed over the swell of her breasts and the curve of her ass. Try to focus, Joestar. No harm in looking, but don’t get carried away.
“American, right? Here on business?” He nodded. “Well, I’m glad I fell on you instead of some creep. I actually feel pretty good right now.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, looking back at the magazine, rereading the same advertisement over and over again and definitely not looking at the half-nude and utterly gorgeous girl draped across his bed. Over forty some odd years of marriage, he’d been faced with a lot of temptations. The most recent was his translator in Madrid, a flirtatious redhead who kept trying to get him to go to the discotheque in the evenings. He hadn’t succumbed to his attraction towards her, nor to the women who’d come before. He knew he was weak, but was still able to remain faithful.
“What are you thinking about?” She’d rolled onto her front, feet kicked up and showing off her shapely calves. Damnit. Weren’t her clothes dry, yet?
“Nothing much, work,” he said unconvincingly, still focusing on the one page he’d been on for the past ten minutes. Finally, an obsequious knock at the door; the bellhop with her dress and stockings. Her shoes were still damp, but she was in better shape to head out. She changed in the bathroom and he tried not to think about her slipping the robe off her delicate shoulders, shimmying the dress over her slender body. Instead, he busied himself with calling the front desk, arranging her cab.
“I guess I’m going then,” Tomoko announced, exiting the bathroom once more. Her jet black hair barely touched her shoulders, the dress still clung but not as obscenely as before. “Thank you, it was nice to meet you.” She got on her tiptoes and gave Joseph a chaste kiss on the cheek that nevertheless made his toes curl, then headed to the door.
“Wait,” he said. She turned.
“It’s cold out.” He pulled one of his blazers from the closet, it was hilariously large on her, but it would keep her warm. “Keep it, I’ve got a hundred of ‘em.”
“Oh.. thank you, again.”
And she was gone, not a moment too soon. He’d had an uncomfortable hardon for the past half hour that was beginning to cross the line into painful territory. Another part of staying faithful in marriage was being able to handle the urges discreetly and before things got out of hand. He sighed, retrieved the box of tissues from the bathroom, and sat down to take care of it. Tomoko writhing on the bed, Tomoko squirming underneath him, Tomoko kneeling before him, her plump lips sliding over his cock.
Thank god he’d never see her again.