Chapter 3: Rising Action
The dinner wasn’t too uncomfortable.
TOO uncomfortable.
Nozomi and Mason had casual conversations—about Keijo, about Tokyo, about how beautiful the city’s skyline looked after dark and more.
A few glasses of wine into the conversation, Mason talked about how every Keijo athlete seemed to have “huge asses” and even big tits. She made deliberate movements when describing one of Nozomi’s teammates
“I mean, she has curves,” said Mason. “Soft tits, big old butt. Men would kill to sleep with her on the daily. Who is that…?”
“Non.”
“Pretty name. Such a nice name.”
The talk got raunchy. Mason asked for Nozomi’s bra size, then asked her to spin around and pause when her back was turned. Mason muttered “anal would be beautiful with that booty,” before having Nozomi sit down.
“You ever suck a cock before?” Mason asked.
“A few times.”
“How many boys have you fucked?”
“Three. All former boyfriends.”
“You ever taste cum?”
“One time. He shot it straight in my mouth. It was alright…”
“Men need to have pineapple juice every day. Makes the semen sweet.”
“I’ll tell my next sex partner that…”
“If things go my way, I will.”
Nozomi couldn’t believe it. She didn’t say yes, but she also didn’t say no. The decision was up in the air and Mason sounded more than delighted.
“I have your number,” said Mason. “I will call you. I will fly you out to Los Angeles. You will fly first class. We will do things at my house, with one of the best in the industry.”
“I’m not making promises.”
“I will see you later. I got you an Uber.”
“…Don’t blow up my phone.”
“Bye now!” Mason kissed Nozomi on the cheek and ushered her out the door of her hotel room. Long after the hotel was behind Nozomi, she thought about it…
Then spring break happened. Nozomi didn’t know where she wanted to go. Everyone else had thoughts and ideas about the places in Japan to frequent but Nozomi was tired of local scenery.
Then she thought of the perfect place to be.
She looked at the name on the phone.
She called Mason, who picked up right away.
“I just want to…” Nozomi chose her words carefully. “I just need a place to crash, OK? Then I can think about even…talking about your offer more.”
Mason put Nozomi on hold for ten minutes, then came back.
“First Class,” she said. “You have 24 hours to board the plane. See you in 48.”
The trip was a blur but Nozomi suddenly found herself standing just outside Mason’s home studio.
The building stood tall and proud amongst its neighbors, looking almost impossibly luxurious. An impenetrable sense of power radiated off of it.
As soon as she stepped through the doorway, her nostrils were greeted by the tangy aroma of sex - thick in the air. Her throat constricted involuntarily. This must be what they meant by being surrounded by temptation.
"Welcome," Mason greeted her, walking gracefully towards her in high heels.
She extended her hand to Nozomi, smiling warmly. "Good choice coming here."
No, that isn't true, she hadn't chosen anything. But it was too late to turn back. Nozomi shook Mason's hand firmly, returning her smile. "Thanks."
Mason showed Nozomi around the sprawling complex, pointing out all the key features and rooms. "This is our office area. Our edit suite.
Where we cut together scenes. Edit the movies. Watch them play out. Feast upon visual feasts of pure sensuality." Mason gestured expansively toward a spacious room filled with advanced technology. "We can create any kind of fantasy you desire, Nozomi."
"Fantasies... Like?" Nozomi hesitated. Was she ready for this?
"Perhaps you imagine yourself dominating a wrestler. Or perhaps submitting to him or her?" Mason suggested.
Nozomi swallowed hard. "That..." Her face burned red with embarrassment.
'Okay,' she whispered, her voice trembling.
With Mason taking control of the remote, they began browsing through videos featuring some of the most accomplished adult actresses working in the field today. Each scene was captured with meticulous precision, allowing viewers to immerse themselves fully in the experience. As the video played on the screen, Mason leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on Nozomi's shoulder, trying to gauge her reaction.
Without breaking eye contact with the screen, Nozomi brushed Mason's fingers aside and continued to watch intently. Her gaze shifted from the screen to Mason, observing her closely.
There was undeniably something magnetic about the confident woman; however, she knew her limits. Nervously clearing her throat, Nozomi spoke, attempting to regain composure. "Let's start small, shall we?" Mason grinned mischievously, nodding enthusiastically. "Of course, dear."
They proceeded to a large, dimly lit room, furnished with leather chairs and soft couches. Mason pulled over a wooden chair for Nozomi, guiding her to take a seat beside her.
Both women wore minimal clothing -- Mason in a silk lingerie set, and Nozomi simply in her training suit and running shoes. With calculated steps, Mason approached Nozomi, straddling her lap seductively. Nozomi felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Relax," Mason murmured, trailing soft fingers along Nozomi's collarbone. "Feel free to stop or ask questions whenever you feel uncomfortable. Also, I knew it. You just never tried.”
Nozomi nodded uncertainly, still processing the implications of Mason's statement.
“About the porn offer,” she said.
“About the porn offer…?”
“I’ll accept it…if you let me…see something that convinces me it’s OK.”
“Ah, a glimpse into my craft, huh? The videos weren’t enough?”
“I just want an actress’ perspective.”
“OK.” Mason seemed deep in thought. “Ah, now I know. I have a great idea of who would be perfect for you to meet. Stay here overnight, live in guesthouse and wake up early. Sleep early. Then, help like you’re an intern on set.”
“Who am I meeting?” Nozomi asked.
Mason kissed Nozomi’s forehead. “Someone…danger-ass.”
“Don’t you mean dangerous?”
“…Settle in now.”
Nozomi went to bed that night wondering who Mason could have possibly been alluding to. She would have to find out the next day.