Page 6 of Show and Tell
I nod and proceed down a darkened hallway behind the hostess.Her hair is lacquered black and styled in a square bun on the back of her head.Her gait is stiff with tiny steps, and I wonder if something’s wrong.But then I realize that this is likely part of the experience.As a Michelin-starred restaurant, Sushi Komo prides itself on providing an authentic experience, and the young woman is likely styled as a traditional Japanese noblewoman.No way a noblewoman would wear sneakers and bolt down a hallway like their hair’s on fire.Instead, restraint and control guide her movements, and I appreciate the hostess’s attention to detail.
Then again, I always prefer my females to be feminine and elegant in manner.My stepdaughter does the look well.Lily usually wears dresses or skirts, and her hair’s always glossy and curled.Her make-up is tastefully applied, and even when she doesn’t wear make-up, she looks beautiful.I suppose it has to do with the fact that the curvy girl’s eighteen.The young woman has a glow about her that can’t be faked, and my stepdaughter is brimming with youth and beauty.
But that’s what I’m here to discuss.Or rather, I’m meeting some buddies to talk about what’s going to happen tomorrow night because it’s not every day that a young woman offers up her curves for the pleasure of three men.
Meanwhile, the hostess comes to a halt at a door at the back of the darkened hallway, and then turns the doorknob to reveal a private room.The walls inside are matte black, with golden Japanese screens depicting cranes and waterfalls.There’s a small sushi bar in the center of the room, complete with four seats in front of it.A sushi chef stands behind the bar, his dress whites immaculate as he prepares ingredients.
“Irasshaimase,” he greets in welcome, looking up.I nod in return as my three friends call out from the stools.
“Yo,” Scott growls.“Nice place here.”
“I can’t wait for bowling tomorrow,” Barrett smirks, his handsome features like a movie star.“What time did you say it was again?”
“And what was the name of your stepdaughter?”Cross asks, blue eyes gleaming.“Sorry, I forgot.”
I wait until the hostess has departed before taking a seat at the bar with my three buddies.We’re here foromakase, which is the latest dining trend.Usually, we’re dudes who go out for hefty steak at a place like Gotham Bar and Grill, with its red leather booths, dim lighting, and extensive liquor selection.We enjoy the clubby atmosphere while blowing a ton of cash on meat and expensive alcohol.
But times change, and the standard steak spot is becoming dated and tired.Instead, my buddies and I have moved ontoomakase, which is a Japanese dining experience that involves placing one's trust in the chef's culinary skills to create a personalized meal.The chef before us will craft various types of sushi by hand, before serving them to us in a series of exquisitely-presented courses.It’s another way of blowing a crazy amount of money on raw meat, and my buddies and I enjoy it.
I seat myself before nodding.
“So my daughter’s name is Lily,” I drawl.“She’s looking forward to meeting you.”
“You mean, your stepdaughter,” Cross corrects.“You’re not actually related.”
My black brows lift.
“Why, would it matter to you if she was my biological daughter?”
He shrugs his broad shoulders, his chiseled features neutral.
“Yeah, it would matter.I mean, what you’re doing is pretty fucked-up.You’re offering your daughter on a plate to be fucked within an inch of her life.Tell me that’s not fucked-up.”
I shoot a sharp look at the sushi chef, but the man’s features are expressionless as he massages a piece of sashimi.It’s like he hasn’t heard a word, which is exactly why we pay the big bucks to dine here.Discretion can be pricey, but it’s necessary when it comes to what we’re about to discuss.
“Lily’s a smart girl,” I say in a smooth tone.“She’s my late wife Roberta’s daughter, so no, we’re not biologically related, and yes, it’s absolutely fucked-up.”
Scott shoots me a calculating look.
“Will you be joining in?”he asks.
I nod.
“Yeah, probably.Lily and I have been intimate in the past,” I say.“In fact, we’re still intimate with one another.But you already knew that.”
The three men nod.
“Yeah, because you mentioned it over the phone,” Barrett growls as sake is poured into clear glasses.“But tell us how it began.I thought you shipped the lovely Lily off to boarding school after her mother passed.So how did this happen?You fucking her, I mean.”
His language is coarse, but it doesn’t bother me, and I nod.
“I did send her to boarding school, but it didn’t work out because she kept getting homesick,” I fib lightly.“So Lily came home,” I say.“No harm, no foul.The house is big and she’s now a senior at St.George High.It’s a good school, and she’s adapted well despite transferring in the middle of the year.”
My three buddies nod.
“But how didyourthing with her start?”Scott presses, his expression intense.“I mean, fuck man.We don’t care about academics.That stuff is bullshit.What we care about is a young woman living under your roof, whom you’re fucking on a nightly basis.Tell me: how did it go from innocent daughter to sucking Daddy’s cock on the reg?Did you initiate?Or did she?”
I shrug my broad shoulders.
