Cherry Blossoms pt. 2
I finally make progress -- I get promised a gravure DVD release. This is part 2 in my short narrative series of how I became a gravure idol in Japan. Part 1
“Boss, come take a look at this!” The young guy waved his nimble fingers. He motioned his senpai to come to take a look at this specimen, me.
I sat motionless with my doe-eyed thousand-yard stare pressed into the rug in front of me. My bare butt under my miniskirt sunk firmly into the velvet crunchy couch inching closer to the bottomless pit of the sofa.
His beckoned senpai dragged his feet along the office floor to make his way to me. “Ehhh…” His eyes perked up and mine stayed planted on the floor. The Senpai’s head tilts in delightful confusion.
“I speak Japanese,” I muttered, darting my eyes to meet his and back to the floor again.
“Yokatta! Thank goodness. Wow, such a cutie. I gotta send pictures to my boss. How much time you got today kiddo?” The Senpai snapped his fingers and the willowy young Kouhai who greeted me grabbed a cell phone. I forced a little smile and posed my fingers into a peace sign. FLASH, The Sempai texted the pictures away on the flip phone sending them to who knows where with the intention of who knows what.
It was 2016 and although I had a year to get used to the ridiculousness of flip phones in high-tech Japan, I giggled out every time I saw one.
Next thing I knew I was being guided to a black minivan. “They want to meet you — Now!” We made our way from East Shinjuku to Dogenzaka. The silence was far too awkward for me to bare so I took out a fan to cool me down. Watching girls my age walk down the street doing the same, I was happy to be in a car on this unusually hot Spring afternoon.
I marveled at the newness of the sliding doors of the Dogenzaka office building. As the Gravure-Senpai, Gravure-Kohai, and I walked towards our intended office unit, normal office workers passed us by. A testament to the luxuriousness of whom we were about to meet.
The sign on the door read Spiral Entertainment Agency. A funky guy with bleached tips let us in the office. The hard dark wood floor felt smooth beneath my feet. There were no posters plastered of race queens in micro t-back bikinis on the wall like the Minato-ku office I originally met with in part 1.
I sat at a small table with a contract in front of me, all in Japanese. “We’re so happy to meet you here! Leo Entertainment sent us your photo an hour ago and we just knew we wanted to meet with you.”
“Thanks for meeting with me” I grinned and did a little bow.
“Great so we want to make sure you’re fine with everything we do. Is that all ok?” Bleached tips went over the contract with me.
“Are you ok with showing your breasts?”
I paused and shook my head
“Yeah that’s fine! Erm, how about a lollipop in your mouth.”
Why not. I nodded in agreement. Glancing over the entire list of nos and yeses I made my mind up.
“I’m fine with everything on this list except being topless.”
“Even sucking a dango?”
“Sure.” I giggled
“How about eating a banana?”
“…Not for that one.”
“So, when is your period scheduled and is the flow heavy?”
After going through the range of oddly personal questions bleach-tips-San inquired to whether I’d be willing to dye my auburn hair, Black and wear Black contact lens. My natural hair is not Black, it’s sandy Brown. A few shades darker than the extensions I had in.
“Sure.” I accommodated.
As soon as I entered Spiral Entertainment’s offices, I was whisked away back to the Shinjuku Leo Entertainment grotty office room.
“Ahhh, she’s kinda cute!” A pudgy man in his late fifties pinched me. His mouth salivated as he was almost ready to devour me whole.
“He’s the distribution person. We just want the ok from him Ami-chan.” Kouhai-San muttered to me.
“American heh? But your tits are so damn small! I almost need a microscope to see em’.” The room shook with laughter—perhaps the distribution president should take a jab at gravure. He was the one with huge naturals.
It was set. I would be filming my gravure DVD on July 20th 2016. Would my family disown me? Would I be catapulted into stardom? Would my tits grow any bigger?