Nasherton smiled at Albert’s use of the adjective—“Only slightly chilled, Albert?”
Ever serious, Albert continued his lecture,
“Oh yes. They have this extremely demure front and modesty because they are all firecrackers ready to explode. Diametrically opposed to white women, who are typically bluster on the outside but frigid on the inside. When I recruited these four beautiful young girls in Paris, I took them in pairs to dinner. They had not met me or each other beforehand. And both pairs thought it completely natural and normal to reward their host that night, and reward their host mightily. All four lack the white woman’s posturing, the whining, and the thinking she was God’s gift; no, none of that, just a sophisticated two hours of a half-dozen female climaxes by each girl. Then the expected nap.”
Albert continued wistfully,
“Yes, I like the Ritz in Paris, as the beds are so large there. On the night I interviewed Masayo and Suki, after the nocturnal frivolities the two girls had a bath together, both chattering away like elegant little sparrows. Looking at them against the soft pinks and peaches of the marbled bathroom, well I can tell you that that alone was very exciting and had I not been previously completely drained…”
Albert smiled as he remembered those delightful times in Paris with these glorious Japanese women.
Masayo’s mouth had worked almost too well, as Nasherton had to pull her off him. She was panting loudly and she got up and lay on her back on the bed; she took her fingers and again opened her lower lips. Normally, Nasherton felt this common female guile was a little too anatomical for his tastes, but the way this Japanese girl did it, it seemed perfectly natural. Immediately he pushed himself completely inside her, up to the hilt. Her almond-shaped soft eyes opened in shock, then surprise, then delight. Just as Albert had predicted, her contractions started pulsing immediately. She was panting loudly now and had her hands behind him and she was pulling him in, deeper and deeper. All the time, she was speaking Japanese in a high-pitched but soft voice saying, “iku iku; iku iku; iku iku; iku iku; iku iku.” Albert later explained the precise translation was the opposite of the European phrase—the Japanese girls say “I am going,” meaning “I am going out of control,” which in the case of Masayo was certainly true.
While Nasherton thrust inside, Masayo pushed herself up; her eyes opened wide and she was quiet for a second or two—she let out a deep guttural moan as Nasherton felt her grip him like no other woman ever had.
“It was not just the power, but also the duration—she was like that for ten seconds—her wide eyes stared at me and she seemed to be in a state of suspended animation. All this time the noise came from her. Then she relaxed. Before she relaxed I could not move in or out she gripped me so firmly. Amazing. Then there were a series of rapid but very light and soft contractions. Then it was over for her. She just lay where panting. I noticed all her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration; her back was dripping wet with perspiration.”
The effect on the other three girls watching Nasherton on top of Masayo was to make them all as excited as Masayo. All three got on their hands and knees on the bed, and Suki asked Nasherton, “please sample all of us and tell us which one you prefer.”
In contrast to Nasherton’s prior experiences with four girls in Paris and Capri, this was crème de la crème. In his life, Nasherton had never experienced such excitement as this evening, as these three girls unselfconsciously—and with complete naturalness—offered themselves to the Englishman to be ravished. And Nasherton observed one other thing: these girls were enjoying themselves more than he was. That truly shocked him, and it went a long way in explaining Albert’s love of Japanese women on his visits to Paris.
After the excitement, Albert bid adieu to a very tired, but extraordinarily well satiated, Nasherton and quietly retired to his suite.
2: Jules Verne’s Spaceship
THE NEXT MORNING, ALBERT had an early breakfast of croissants and real coffee in the spacious restaurant on the ground floor overlooking the lake. There were just a few small sail boats on the lake, all slowly crawling along the lake’s edge like sleepy beetles. There was no sight of Nasherton and there was only one other table occupied—the four girls all flattering Albert with admiring glances. On his way out, he went over to their table and thanked them for all the “hard work” the previous night. Amidst the giggles, a flurry of hands to faces and downturned eyes resulted.
“Actually we were going to thank you and Mr. Nasherton for such an exciting evening,” Masayo said.
Astonishingly, her nipples were already visible at eight in the morning at the breakfast table.
Albert smiled to himself at the unlimited carnal energy of these young Japanese women—he was reminded of Nasherton’s comments about the somnolent ways of plump English girls (Nasherton had actually been more explicit), and Albert was also reminded of the complete absence of cellulite.
After saying goodbye to the four young ladies, Albert leisurely strolled up the path to the professor’s apartment. In the bright sunlight of the cloudless morning, the church bells called the faithful to worship.
Once at the front door, Albert knocked and the professor opened the door, this time bright and alert.
Conspiratorially, Stein confided that his wife had left to visit her friend in Geneva and, so—slipping into his American patois—Stein quietly proclaimed, “The coast is clear.”
Sitting on the terrace sipping coffee, Albert asked about America and the current state of its economy.
Stein said, “Wait here please.”
He left the terrace, returning a moment later with a magazine.
“Here is the most authoritative source we in the field of political economy have. It is a magazine that rather pompously likes to call itself a ‘newspaper’ so as to differentiate itself from the likes of Luce’s meretricious Time magazine and to associate itself with the quality broadsheets like The Times of London, and the Financial Times, and even the rather parochial New York Times.”
Stein opened the issue to the page he had marked with a slip of paper.
“The gist of this comment is that in 1930 the income of the average American was one-third greater than that of the average Britisher, but now at the end of the decade it is at par—the average American’s income is now the same as that of an Englishman. This is just 10 short years. And remember, apart from coal, Britain is devoid of natural resources, natural resources that the United States has in abundance. The magazine has recently commented that the United States seems to have forgotten how to grow. It also notes that in the five years from 1933 to 1938 Roosevelt has spent more money than the total money spent by all his 31 predecessors combined, and those presidents had to fund a terrible civil war as well as the Great War.”