Gale decides to go out

"Not tonight. I promised myself I'd get out of the house. And besides, I'm sure you and your friends would appreciate a few days to prepare something if they are as perverted as you are." she said with a mischevious grin. He blushed, but nodded.

"They will not disappoint you." said, looking at his watch. From the expression on his face, it was obvious that he'd spent more time than he realized in her room. "Pardon me, Miss. My wife will be arriving shortly," he said, awkwardly stuffing his half erect cock back into his trousers. He couldn't meet her gaze as he finished getting dressed. She stretched on the bed and rolled over, and started going through a quick yoga routine to loosen her muscles once again. She glanced over her shoulder to see him admiring the view as he buttoned his shirt, his cum still glistening on her smoothly shaven pussy lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He snapped a couple quick pictures. Gale didn't mind. Most of her face was obscured by her shoulder from this angle. "This should get their attention." he said, more to himself than to her. Gale waved with her fingers as he slipped out of her room.

She slid off the bed and took another quick shower. The thoughts of what her neighbor and his friends might have in store for her ranged from the fairly straightforward to the wildly perverted. She couldn't know, but she giggled to herself thinking about it. When she toweled off, she was careful to avoid ruining her makeup or her hair, which she had piled on top of her head in fashionable curls. She slid her tight, blue dress back on and some pumps. A slim, silver necklace and some light perfume finished her outfit for the evening.

She looked at the thong on her bed, and decided against wearing it, or any underwear. She wasn't out tonight to entice perverts on a train who enjoyed cotton panties. Tonight, she wanted to be prey for a different sort of predator; one that enjoyed the hunt as well as the feasting.

Gale left her hotel room, and flagged down a taxi. She didn't want to take the chance that some group of old geezers would corner her on the subway and ruin her dress before she even had a chance to show it off. The driver, thankfully, spoke English so she didn't have to rely on her still awkward Japanese.

"Where do you want to go, Miss?" he said, stealing glances at her in the rear view mirror.

She thought about it. She didn't really know any names of any clubs or bars.

"Take me somewhere that a pretty American girl can get herself into trouble." Gale said with a wicked grin, relaxed back into the seat, and took in the beauty of Tokyo at night. She idly wondered where the cab driver was going to take her. "Hell, he may just take me to an alley, fuck me, and drive off..." she thought, her mind ashamedly excited about that possibility. "Good lord, Gale. You've really gone native if THAT thought turned you on..." she thought as they turned down an exit and entered one of Tokyo's tunnels.

When they emerged, the neon **** on her eyes was almost too much. She'd been to New York before, but this district of Tokyo looked like Las Vegas on shrooms. Pink haired women, leather clad men, girls in spiked schoolgirl outfits, punk rocker looking boys on crotch rocket motorcycles. Gale realized she'd still dressed pretty conservative, despite the fact that she wore a skin tight dress. She debated telling the taxi driver to stop and let her out, or to trust him to know the just were to go in the city for her "needs".

"This is the Akihabara district. It's where the Otaku come. Weird costumes, subcultures, video games, anime fans and the like. I'm sure you could find yourself in some interesting situations here. The crowd is young and very...vigorous. We can move on to the Aoyama district if you are seeking a bit more mature company."