Arthur Clarke - Rama Revealed

“All my clothes?” Katie asked. “Even my panties?”

“Everything,” the other woman said.

Her clothes were all folded neatly and placed in a basket marked with her name. The jewelry went into a special box. While Katie was naked, Marge checked her everywhere, including her private parts. She even inspected the inside of Katie’s mouth, holding her tongue depressed for almost thirty seconds. Katie was then handed a blue and white yukata and a pair of Japanese slippers. “You may now go with Bangorn to the last waiting room,” Marge said.

Katie picked up her envelope and started to leave. The Oriental policewoman stopped her. “Everything stays here,” she said.

“But this is a business meeting,” Katie protested. “What I want to discuss with Mr. Nakamura is in this envelope.”

The two women opened the envelope and took out the papers. They held each individual paper up to the light and then passed them, one at a time, through some kind of screening machine. Finally they replaced the papers in the envelope and the woman named Bangorn motioned for Katie to follow her.

The final waiting room was another fifteen meters down the hall. Again Katie had to sit and wait. She could feel herself starting to shake. It isn’t going to work, she said to herself. What a fool I am!

As she sat, Katie began to yearn desperately for some kokomo. She could not recall ever wanting anything so much. Fearful that she was going to start crying, she asked Bangorn if she could go again to the rest room. The policewoman accompanied her. At least Katie was able to wash her face.

When the two of them returned, Nakamura himself was standing in the waiting room. Katie thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest. Nakamura was wearing a yellow and black kimono covered with bright flowers.

“Hello, Katie,” he said with a leering smile. “I have not seen you for a long time.”

“Hello, Toshio-san,” she replied, her voice breaking.

Katie followed him into his office and sat down, cross-legged, at a low table. Nakamura was opposite her. Bangorn stayed in the room, standing unobtrusively over in a corner. Oh, no, Katie said to herself when the policewoman did not leave. What do I do now?

“I thought,” Katie said to Nakamura a moment later, trying to sound normal, “that a report on our business was long overdue.” She pulled the papers out of the envelope.

“Despite the poor economy, we have managed to increase our profits by ten percent. In this summary sheet,” she said, handing a page to Nakamura, “you can see that although the Vegas revenues are down, the local take, where the prices are cheaper, is up substantially. Even in San Miguel—”

He glanced at the paper quickly and then put it down on the table. “You don’t need to show me any data,” Nakamura. said. “Everyone knows what a superb businesswoman you are.” He reached over to his left and retrieved a large black-lacquer box. “Your performance has been outstanding,” he said. “If times were not so tough, you would definitely merit a large raise. As it is, I would like to offer you this gift as a token of my appreciation.”

Nakamura pushed the box across the table to Katie.

“Thank you,” she said, admiring the mountains and snow inlaid on its top. It was indeed beautiful.

“Open it,” he said, reaching for one of the wrapped candies in the bowl on the table.

Katie opened the box. It was full of kokomo. A genuine smile of delight crossed her face. “Thank you, Toshio-san,” she said. “You are most generous.”

“You may sample it,” he said, now grinning. “You won’t insult me.”

Katie put a small amount of the powder on her tongue. It was top quality. Without hesitation, she pinched a chunk of powder out of the box and held it against her left nostril with her little finger. Closing off the right nostril, Katie inhaled deeply. She took slow, deep breaths while the rush took effect. Then she laughed. “Whewee,” Katie said uninhibitedly. ‘That’s great stuff!”

“I thought you would like it,” Nakamura said. He idly tossed his candy wrapper in the small wastebasket next to the table. It will be in there somewhere, Katie remembered Franz telling her. In some inconspicuous spot. Look in the wastebaskets. Look behind the curtains.

The New Eden dictator was smiling at her from across the table. “Was there anything else?” he asked.

Katie took a deep breath as she smiled. “Only this,” she said. She stretched forward, put her elbows on the table, and kissed him on the lips. She felt the policewoman’s rough hands on her shoulders moments later. ‘That’s a small token of my thanks for the kokomo.”

She had not misjudged him. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. Nakamura waved Bangorn away. “You may leave us,” he said to the policewoman as he rose from his sitting position. “Come over here, Katie. Give me a real kiss.”

Katie checked the small wastebasket as she danced around the table. There was nothing except candy wrappers in it. Of course, she thought. That would be too obvious. Now I must make this good. She teased Nakamura first with one kiss and then with another. Her tongue tickled his lips and tongue. Then she pulled away quickly, still laughing. Nakamura started to follow her.

“No,” she said, backing up toward the door. “Not yet… we’re just getting started.”

Nakamura stood still and grinned. “I had forgotten how talented you are,” he said. “Those girls are lucky to have you as a mentor.”

“It takes an exceptional man to bring out the best in me,” Katie said, locking and bolting the door. Her eyes roamed quickly around the office and landed on another small wastebasket, over in the far corner. That would be the perfect place, she said to herself excitedly.

“Are you just going to stand there, Toshio,” Katie said now, “or are you going to get me a drink?”

“Of course,” Nakamura said, moving toward the hand-

carved liquor cabinet under the solitary window. “Straight whiskey, wasn’t it?”

“Your memory is phenomenal,” Katie said.

“I remember you very well,” Nakamura said as he prepared two drinks. “How could I ever forget all those games-especially the princess and the slave, that was my favorite… We had such fun there for a while.”

Until you insisted on bringing in others. And even more disgusting things, Katie thought. You made it clear that I was not enough by myself. “Boy,” she barked suddenly in an imperious tone, “I am thirsty. Where is my drink?”

A quick frown crossed Nakamura’s face before he broke into a wide smile. “Yes, Your Highness,” he said, bringing her a drink with his head held low. He bowed. “Is there anything else, Your Highness?” he said obsequiously.

“Yes,” Katie responded, taking the drink with her left hand and reaching aggressively under Nakamura’s kimono “with her right. She watched him close his eyes. Katie kissed him hard while continuing to arouse him.

She pulled away abruptly. While he was watching her, Katie slowly took off her yukata. Nakamura advanced. Katie stuck out her arms. “Now, boy,” she ordered, “turn down those lights and lie over there on the mat, on your back, next to the table.”

Nakamura dutifully complied. Katie walked over to where he was lying. “Now,” she said in a gentler tone, “you do remember what your princess needs, don’t you? Slowly, very slowly, without any hurry.” She reached down and fondled him. “I do believe that Musashi is almost ready.”

Katie kissed Nakamura, caressing his face and neck with her fingers. “Now close your eyes,” she whispered in his ear, “and count to ten, very slowly.”

“Ichi, ni, san…” he said breathlessly.