As a poor Filipina working in Japan, I didn't have many allies I could count on. The Japanese are polite people but are suspicious and cautious around those from the outside world. Japan, was an isolated island nation for thousands of years, and not that long ago opened up to civilizations beyond its beautiful shores. I understood this going into the situation I was putting myself in. That I'd be an island drifting among a nation whose welcome was more calculated than hospitable. So when I met this lovely and eccentric Japanese girl named Miwa, I felt very fortunate for that opportunity.
Miwa was an extremely wealthy girl. Her family came from the top one percent of the Japanese population. Saying she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth didn't express how truly wealthy she was. What was more important than her wealth and prestige, was her kindness and caring spirit. She had empathy for others regardless of their financial situation or social status. That's not to say she was an open book for others, she was very private. But if a situation presented itself, she wouldn't turn the other way from those outside her social and economic circles.
There was a very unique quality about Miwa, unless you knew her well, one might mistake her as a little crazy, or outside the norms of Japanese society. She was certainly different, but not crazy. In school, she was a rebel who didn't assimilate well with other students. That didn't hurt her academic abilities, she was top of the class. In many ways, she was focused on the negativity of others to improve her studies even more. A rare quality for certain.
I met Miwa at the gentleman's club I worked in. She use to come in and watch the girls dance and have a small drink. One evening she kind of caught my eye, and when I went around to pour drinks, she asked me what my name was.
"Hi, you are so pretty. I love how you dance," she said to me.
"Thank you very much, it's a pleasure to please you," I replied.
"What is your name?" she asked me.
"My name is Melba, ma'am."
"Please, sit with me before your next dance," she requested.
"Of course, I'd love to sit with you, ma'am."
So, I pulled up another chair and sat down with her, and had a nice conversation.
"My name is Miwa, where are you from?" she asked me.
"I'm from the Philippines," I replied.
"I have never been to the Philippines, I've only been to Paris, Berlin, Toronto, LA and New York City," she said.
I was thinking to myself, only?
"I can only dream of going to such places, ma'am. I hope one day I'll be able to see those cities," I said.
Miwa looked at me with a shy smile and took a sip of her mixed drink. She then brushed her long black hair to the side, glancing back at me.
"Dreams can come true, Melba-san. If one wishes hard enough, I believe miracles are possible," she said.
"Thank you, ma'am. I hope my wishes one day come true," I replied.
"Please just call me Miwa," she said.
"Thank you, I'll do that, Miwa-san."
We chatted for about a half hour and enjoyed our interaction. I had to excuse myself because it was almost time for my next dance.
"It was a pleasure chatting with you, Miwa-san, but I must get ready for my dance," I told her.
She smiled at me and bowed her head just a little and watched me as I walked away. I glanced back at her and noticed she was still looking at me. I gave a little wave and vanished into the back.
When I got into the dressing room, I couldn't stop thinking of her. She seemed very special in ways I've never experienced. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to talk to her again. Little did I know, she felt the same.
I did my dance routine and made sure I noticed her in the audience. She was sitting watching every move I made while enjoying her drink. I even gave her a little wink as I exited stage right. I then darted into the changing room and took a shower before leaving. I decided, that I would not leave without saying goodnight to her. So I got dressed and grabbed my bag and headed for her table.
"Hi, Miwa-san. I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed our chat earlier."
"I did as well, Melba-san. Why don't we get a late dinner close by?"
"That sounds fun, let's do it," I said.
With that, we left the club together and headed for one of the Japanese restaurants nearby. As we were walking, she suddenly hooked my arm with hers. This is very common in Japanese (Asian) culture between two female friends. But being we just met, I was surprised she did it. Regardless, she looked so beautiful with her silk dress and sexy heels. I was so proud she was on my arm! When we reached the restaurant, she pointed inside and in we went.
The first thing I noticed right away, this was an extremely expensive place. I got nervous, I mean I didn't have that kind of money. We are talking about plates $300 US dollars.
"Miwa-san, I have to be honest, I can't afford this place," I said.
Miwa looked at me with a little grin and put her index finger on my nose.
"This treat is on me, Melba-san. Please don't even look at the prices. I want you to order anything you want," she said.
I bowed to her and thanked her so much. I felt very shy about this, never in my life did I go to such an expensive place. I looked over the menu and decided not to order anything over a certain amount. She noticed what I was doing and scolded me.
"Melba-san, I mean order anything you want. When we Japanese offer, we mean it. Please, order what you want.
When the waitress arrived, I gave her my order. I could see she was very happy I listened to her. After taking our order, the waitress stepped back, bowed to us and walked away.
"You are so cute, Melba-san. I saw your expression when you opened the menu. Please, I want you to be very comfortable. Just enjoy," she said.
I smiled and thanked her again. I couldn't help but notice how sexy Miwa looked. Her face and hair were so inviting. Her figure is just amazing. I could see she had the very best fashions and makeup also. Her top was Versace and her shoes were Louis Vuitton! I was honestly in awe of her. An instant girl crush was coming on strong.
While we waited for our dinner, we talked about our lives. I was honest about I came from a very poor and broken family, and that I didn't have much growing up. Often I was barefoot I told her. She explained about her life, but didn't get into just how wealthy she was. But, she made it clear she came from an elite family. I also noticed her eccentric behavior, which to me was appealing.
"Melba-san, I was never too close to my fellow students, most of them didn't understand me. They kind of thought I was odd. I didn't care, I was always proud of who I am as a person. But, there was one individual I could count on to always understand me," she said.
Curious, I asked who that was.
"May I ask who that was in your life?"
"Yes, Melba-san. My stuffed bear Pooh-chan," she said.
Well, that one left me with an expression I couldn't cloak from her. I tried my best to look serious, but it wasn't easy.
"Pooh-san?" I questioned.
"Yes, Melba-san. When I have a problem or feeling down, I line up my stuffed animals and talk to them. Pooh-san was always the wisest, so I listened to him and still do. He would go to the assembled board members, and present my issue to them. He always came back with the best answer," she said.
I honestly was not sure how to deal with this, if she was joking or testing me out. I felt it was not a test or a joke, because she looked so serious when telling me. I'm not saying I did not have a stuffed toy, but I never thought of them as sentient. Regardless, for a twenty-two-year-old woman, was interesting.
"That's a first for me, Miwa-san. I never heard of that before," I said honestly.
"I can understand, Melba-san. You might think it's crazy, but for me, he always gave the right answers."
Then our food arrived! Kind of saved me from going any further questioning her consigliere. We had a wonderful meal and she taught me all the different Japanese foods we were having. Most I never tried before. I loved watching her point to the different foods and explain them in such a sexy and polite way. After about an hour, we were all done with our dinner. The waitress never even brought a check, but she began walking out anyway.
"Miwa-san, they never brought the check to the table," I said as we walked away.
Miwa laughed a little and rubbed my back gently.
"I'm a member here, Melba-san. Payment is automatic," she said.
Feeling a little dumb and humbled. Duh!
She then called her driver to pick her up in front of the restaurant. She told me she'd have him drop me off at my apartment. I was so excited! To be taken home by a private driver. When he arrived, he got out of the car and opened the door for us then closed it. I felt presidential. We sat in the back and talked all the way home. When we arrived, the driver opened my door and let me out. Miwa looked out at me through the open door.
"Melba-san, I'll see you at the club next week," she said.
"Okay, Miwa-san, I had a great time tonight," I replied.
When I got inside, I felt so happy and exhausted from the long day. I put my bag on the table and slipped off my shoes. I then took off my clothes and headed for the shower. It felt so good feeling the warm water spill over my body. I then shaved my pussy, keeping it nice and smooth for my dance routines. Once done, I dried off and went to bed. It took me a little while to fall asleep. I could not get her off my mind.
About a week later (while at the club) I looked out into the crowd and noticed Miwa! She was sitting near the front (alone as always) mixing her drink at her favorite table. I felt so thrilled to see her. She looked so sexy! She had a short skirt and a sexy animal print top. I ran back to the mirror making sure I looked my best and headed out on the stage.
I danced in a Victoria's Secret baby doll, which I took my time taking off. Once I did, I noticed Miwa. She was almost licking her lips watching my body grind on the stage. I felt if anything is going to happen between us, tonight might be the night.
After I completed my dance, I walked over to her table asking if she needed another drink.
"Would you like a refill on that drink, Miwa-san?"
"No, Melba-san. I want you in VIP," she said.
I smiled and took her by the hand and walked her to the VIP rooms. She picked the biggest one with the fancy neon lights.
"I missed you, Melba-san. I talked to Pooh-san, and he said you are a very special girl."
I smiled and guided her to the leather sofa.
"Please sit down and relax, Miwa-san, I hope you enjoy my little show."
I then turned on the music and removed my bikini. As I stood there naked, I then got on my knees and started to crawl around to the beat of the song. I stopped close to her, sitting on my ass and crossing my legs Indian style. I showed her my smooth, wet pussy. Opening the slit just enough for her to see a bit inside. I noticed Miwa, was now biting her lip and began to part her legs. She let me see she had no panties on.
"Melba-san, my pussy is saying hello to your pussy," she said.
I felt so fucking turned on by that. I wanted to go over there and eat her pussy like never before. But I kept my composure and continued my private show for her. I positioned myself doggy style, showing both my holes as I opened them for her. She was rubbing her pussy now. It looked so inviting. Such a beautiful cunt. She was moaning and licking her lips as she pleasured herself watching my show. I then slid over close to her, putting my face near her pussy. She looked down with wide eyes, flicking her pussy so fast I could see it dripping on the leather. With a little grin, I got between her legs and lapped up some of her juices on the sofa.
"Oh, Melba-san, that's so hot."
"You like that, Miwa-san?"
"Yes, Melba-san. I want it so much."
"You have such a sexy pussy, Miwa-san."
"So do you, Melba-san. I love your pussy."
I then began rubbing my pussy rough in front of her. Flicking it and rubbing it so fast that juices were flying on my inner legs. I raised my body towards Miwa, exposing my pussy to her even more while I rubbed. She was going wild, fingering herself and rubbing her pussy.
"Melba-san, I'm going to come."
"Come for me, Miwa-san, make that naughty pussy climax!"
Miwa was looking down at me when I saw her eyes roll up into the back of her head, as her knees closed together due to a massive climax that ripped through her body.
"Melba-san, oh fuck!"
"Keep rubbing, Miwa-san, don't stop. Let that climax rush through head to toe,"
She came so hard she collapsed backward on the sofa, moaning and gasping for air. I got up and took her into my arms. I placed her gently on the sofa's big pillow.
"Are you okay, Miwa-san?"
"Yes, I am okay. When I climax hard I often collapse. I am okay, Melba-san."
We then kissed each other and held one another close. I could feel her heart beating against my flesh. She rested her head on my shoulder and gathered her energy back together.
"That was amazing, Miwa-san!"
"But your pussy did not climax, Melba-san. My pussy wants your pussy to feel the same," she said.
"It's okay, here it's more important you are happy than me. I am glad you came so hard and that makes me really happy," I replied.
"Thank you, but one day my pussy will make your pussy so feel so good," she said.
The next day we got together for some ice cream and to see a few sites. After we finished the sweets, she took me to see Zojo-ji Temple, in Minato-ku. She looked so elegant and cosmopolitan as she escorted me around the grounds telling me the history. We stopped and took a few selfies together also. Being with Miwa, was like a special connection to the temples and shrines. She so loved them and truly enjoyed her cultural connection which I felt through her. We walked around for about an hour when she guided me over to a bench overseeing the grounds. We sat there and ate a few takoyaki from a vendor nearby. I took it all in. The temple before us and the Tokyo skyline complimented Miwa's public persona. She'd look over at me making sure I was happy and enjoyed seeing the awe on my face.
"My father used to take me here when I was very young. I never got to see him much, because he worked internationally. So the time we had together is special to me now"
"Where is he now?" I asked.
"He passed away a year ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miwa-san. I'm sure he was a great man," I said.
"He was in many ways but was flawed as well. He had mistresses all over the world. My mother knew, (as most Japanese wives know) their husbands will have a mistress after they have children. But, they don't bring them around the home."
"Did your father bring one home?" I asked.
"Not on purpose, one night our doorbell rang, and a woman was standing there. My mother opened the door and to her shock, the woman was seeking my father and asked who my mom was. Well, as you can imagine things didn't go well. Somehow, she found his address and came to surprise him."
"She sure did!" (laughing) I said.
"What did your father do for a living?"
"He was a commercial developer. Unfortunately, he got involved with the Yakuza (mafia) regarding land dealings and had to leave the country. While in Canada, he passed away from COVID."
"I'm sorry, Miwa-san."
"It's okay, I feel his spirit with me, Melba-san. He's still close to me. Time moves on and the heart recovers!"
I gave her a little hug and we headed back to her driver.
Two weeks later, Miwa messaged me with an invite to a famous pub in downtown Tokyo. I was so excited! I got dressed and went outside to wait for her driver. When they arrived, I got inside the limo and off we went. We hugged one another in the back seat and did not let go of each other's hands. She rested her head on my shoulder and I leaned into her. We felt so happy.
After about twenty minutes we arrived. The driver opened the door and let us out. As we entered the pub, one of the managers told Miwa, that I would not be allowed inside. I knew instantly why, and I wanted to just run away. I didn't want Miwa to be put in that position, but it was too late to stop it.
"What do you mean she can't come in?" Miwa asked.
"She's not Japanese," the manager said.
"I'm a member here as is my family, I demand you let her in," she said.
"I'm sorry, I beg your forgiveness, ma'am, but we don't allow foreigners inside."
Miwa became furious. She told them she would cancel her membership and make sure her family did as well. She put her arm around me and scolded the manager for his actions. Regardless, the management would not bend. Not being able to control herself, she told management just how she felt.
"I will never return to this disgusting place and my family won't ever eat here again. She is my dear friend and good person, if that is not enough for you, then I'm done with you all," she said.
All the manager could do was give her deep bows of apology, but the policy was the policy.
You have to understand what a rare moment that was. In Japan, most Japanese will never make a scene, nor go against the policies of any establishment or government order. Also, it's not uncommon for some Japanese establishments to deny non-Japanese entry. I faced it several times and feared one of those fancy places Miwa loved to go, would eventually deny me. I can't tell you how proud I was she defended me.
"I'm sorry, Melba-san, I am really ashamed they did that to you. As a Japanese, I truly apologize to you," she said with a deep bow.
"Don't worry, Miwa-san. I love you for defending me."
She called her driver and requested he take us back to her home in Minato Ward, Tokyo. I was never in her house before, and I was nervous about going there. I was not sure how her family would feel about bringing a Filipina back home. When we arrived at her house, I was overwhelmed by how beautiful it was. Minato Ward is the most expensive and exclusive area of Tokyo, to live in. They had a huge gate and stone wall around the property.
I can't explain it, but I felt so safe with her. Some people say they have power, but Miwa did through her family. Regardless of feeling safe, I still hoped her family accepted me as her friend. As we walked inside, I was amazed at how gorgeous it was. They had satsuma vases and all kinds of Japanese woodblock prints. As I looked around, suddenly her mom appeared.
"Mother, this is my friend, Melba-san."
"Hello, Melba-san. Welcome to our home," she said.
"Thank you very much, ma'am. It's an honor to meet you," I said.
After some small talk, I felt very welcomed. They were such nice people. Her mom even gave me a tour of their home. It was like a museum of art. Just amazing collections and elegant furniture. It felt so special to be in their home. We then returned to the living room where Miwa was waiting for me.
"What do you think, Melba-san?" Miwa asked.
"It's amazing! I am overwhelmed by how beautiful it is and your mom is very sweet," I said.
"Come on, Melba-san, I'll show you my room!"
She took me upstairs by my hand and showed me her amazing room. It was huge! Rare in Japan, since most rooms are very small. Not in this house. I walked around her room looking at her photos and the lovely items she had decorating it. She had big fluffy pillows and a king-size bed with Japanese furnishings all around.
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"It's amazing, Miwa-san. It's like a dream," I said.
"I am glad you like it. Make yourself at home, Melba-san."
We sat on her bed together, talking and flirting. I just wanted to hug her after defending me. Beyond that, I knew I was falling in love with her. That scared me because I was so far from her social class. Still, she made me feel as if I belonged.
"Let me show you this scroll, Melba-san. It's my family's heritage going back over one thousand years. I never show this is anyone, but I want you to see it."
Sadly, I was unable to read the scroll, being it was in ancient Kanji. But she explained to me certain parts of it and it was fascinating knowing her family's past. They were wealthy landowners and Samurai. Turns out, that many properties in Tokyo were owned by her family. Many still to this day. It was hard to get my mind around the wealth this family had. But honestly, that was not a concern of mine. I just wanted her to love me. I never met another woman like her. She then put the scroll back in its case.
"Hope I did not bore you with the scroll, let me introduce you to Mr. Pooh-san," she said.
With a magical grin of youth overcoming her face, she reached behind herself on the bed and picked up her Pooh bear.
"Here he is, Melba-san! He told me you were very special. I thanked him for giving me that inspiration to become closer to you," she said.
I took her Pooh bear and gave him a sweet hug. I thanked him for liking me! She was so happy I did that for her. Yes, it felt a little odd, but knowing it made her swell with joy was enough for me to do it. She took Mr. Pooh back and placed him on the bed as I turned and looked into Miwa's eyes.
"You are so beautiful, Miwa-san."
"Thank you so much," she said with a shy smile.
We then slowly reached into each other and began to kiss. At first, it was just gentle little butterfly kisses. Our lips danced slowly together as our feet played with one another. I held her lovely face while brushing her hair back to kiss her just a bit harder. She in return became more passionate in her kisses, to the point our tongues were now lashing at each other. She started to feel my big tits and I then played with hers.