The best dinner of my life.

Inside the hangar, the restaurant has been set up exactly like an aeroplane’s first-class cabin except there isn’t any aeroplane insight. Little first-class “booths” give each of the dinners their own private dining section. As Yui and I are seated, an attractive woman in what looks like a sexy take on a 1960’s air hostess uniforms bring us both a glass of champagne followed by another girl with hot towels. Yui takes a towel but only lightly blots her face, careful not to remove her pristine makeup and long fake lashes.

After freshening up we are brought two long thin strips of thick card that show the entire 11-course tasting menu we will be having tonight. The food has been personally prepared by some big-name chef that has flown out to Australia in the middle of filming the latest season of The Iron Chef. I’m embarrassed to have never heard of him but Yui tells me his restaurant in New York is booked solid for months at a time. The first course to come is a Sea Urchin Cappuccino with Peekytoe Crab and Cauliflower.

The food is, as you would expect, amazing and as each course is served, another glass of wine is offered. Yui and I are soon beginning to feel very relaxed. I can tell Yui sure is when I hear her kick off her heels before her foot begins to wind its way up my leg and along my thighs. She doesn’t stop kneading my groin with her foot as another course is brought to us of Carrot Tartare with Rye Toast and Condiments.

It’s about this time that I realise the menu doesn’t have any prices on it and I have no way to know what it costs or how I will pay for it if it’s as expensive as I think. I try to ask Yui how much dinner is going to cost.

She explains to me, “it’s all free. There is no cost for this.”

“Then how do they make money from it?” I ask.

“You see these chairs were in?” I nod to Yui’s question. “Do you like them?”

“I do.”

“Do you think I should get Daddy to buy them for his jet?”

“Your dad has a jet?” I ask. Hearing that is probably the most surprising thing about this whole evening.

Yui laughs at me without answering the question. “The meal is free so you can relax. Everything else is for sale though. I could probably even buy you that nice air hostess you were looking at earlier if you like?”

“I wasn’t!” I try and defend myself by Yui is too busy laughing at my face.

The rest of the wonderful dinner is spent together as Yui leaves her seat opposite me and comes and joins me in mine. Her petite frame not taking up much room. Each subsequent course mixed in with long drawn out kissing. Our only interruption when a slightly **** Yui takes out her phone to give her dad a quick call, “Daddy. Can you send Mr Lee to drive us home?

It feels funny having someone come out and drive Yui and I back to my apartment in the back of the Bentley. Yui doesn’t seem to think it’s strange as she talks to the driver Mr Lee on the trip back. When we arrive at mine, I notice that a second car has been following us the entire way to take Mr Lee back to were ever he came from. The Bentley remaining for Yui in the morning.

Letting us back into my apartment I check my watch for the first time and see that its gone two in the morning. It’s incredibly late for Yui who has work tomorrow. Well in the morning really.

“Are you ok being up this late?” I ask Yui.

“It’s fine. I don’t need much sleep anyway,” she tells me, pulling me to her inside the door.

“Good, because you’re not going to get much,” I say as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips in her short leather skirt. Kissing her as I carry her to my bedroom.