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My Plastic Bunny
By Leon Symone
Thursday, October 02, 2008

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A lonely American businessman in Japan hires an unexpected companion.

It was raining in Tokyo. Through my window I saw the streams of heavy water slither down the glass, and through that was an electric paradise. Despite the weather, this city never seemed to sleep. In fact, many of my constituents were prowling around the geisha bars, hoping to partake in foreign fruits. Me? I'm just not that type. I enjoyed my little room and had fruits of my own. They were in a bowl on top of my desk. I had a mini bar too. It was my own little oasis, away from the river of students and businessmen, further away from the awkwardness of strangers and pale-skinned women that were so tempting to touch.

Regardless of how I felt that night, on top of my pitiful little pedestal and away from the excitement brewing outside my wet window, I was bored and I felt all the more pathetic. I was invited by my translator, Mr. Kitoko, to have a drink with him at a yakitori-ya in Shinjuku.

"What you need is some entertainment," he said. Mr. Kitoko looked like a tanned David Bowie. He pulled his shiny jet black hair behind his ear and crossed his arms as we waited for the next train.

I hesitated. "No, no," I replied. "Maybe tomorrow night. I think I need some rest."

Mr. Kitoko didn't let me off the hook just yet. "Mr. Bennett, I believe I know what you need." He slipped me a business card. On it was a little blue bunny and some scribblings in Japanese. Only the address was translated in English. He said, "Sometimes I just can't deal with people. Sometimes I need someone that will be patient with me. Quiet. Understand?"

No, I thought. "Sure...," I replied.

"Take my word for it, Mr. Bennett. You want good time? You go here. The bunnies will take good care of you."

There I was, in front of the window and the wild nightlife that Tokyo had to offer to me. And in my hand was Mr. Kitoko's promise of a good time with a good, subservient woman. Someone who wouldn't talk much, or at all, I suppose. I wondered what type of woman I would meet.

There it was, staring at me through that gentle mist of after rain, my blue bunny. I entered the hotel lobby. It was quiet and small. The walls were a bright plaster white, and the wall lamps were decorated in glass floral orchids, illuminating soft pink and orange tones. There was a small lounge area with leather seats and formica plants in big black vases. The powder blue carpeting led straight to the concierge desk. Behind it was a stout Asian man with a wrinkled face and tattered blue vest. His eyes were drawn to a small television hidden beneath his desk; I could hear the crackling Japanese voices deep in conversation. Without taking his eyes off of the screen, he pushed a sign-in sheet towards me. At the top of the sheet, it listed the price and what to expect in the room:

Television w/remote control. Menu with special porn channels

Porn DVDs in the cabinet

Mini fridge with drinks and water

Bathroom with working toilet, bathtub, and sink

Two night lamps

A small sofa and desk

King-sized bed

Kiki - my private companion

12,000 yen would get me 70 minutes of "pure heaven," as specified by the sheet. Once I signed my name and paid the amount, I could go up. My time would start once I rung the desk phone. It was all laid out, in plain English.

I paid, of course. He quietly gave me a key and pointed to the elevator behind the desk. I signed my name. I timidly shuffled my way to the elevator and listened to the clerk’s Japanese soap opera before the elevator doors closed on me.

Seconds later, I twisted the knob and opened the door. It was completely dark. Why would Kiki wait for me in the dark? I thought to myself. I slowly stepped into the room, running my fingers against the wall to find the light switch. Once I discovered it, I flipped it on. And there she was, sitting on the desk. Her busty silhouette illuminated by the flashing neon lights outside of the window. My face twisted in confusion. I was expecting something more... lifelike. Instead, I met Kiki - a beautiful life-sized doll dressed in a bunny costume.

Out of my shyness, I stayed across my room a little while longer. I was overwhelmed by how perfect she looked. Kiki was wearing a white lacy bra and matching panties. On her head was a headband, and attached to that was a pair of long, floppy white bunny ears. They were fluffy and spiked. I laughed a bit on the inside and turned my eyes away. In the shadows I could still see her fluffy tail, masked in darkness. Her feet dangled off of the table.

I calmly walked over to her. I stood in front of her. When I looked into her eyes, I didn't feel strange at all. She seemed so pure, as if she anticipated my next move. She was so clean, as if she was unused. I didn't think about the men who came to see her before me and all of things they did to her. But, then I did. To know what went on inside of this room, and inside of Kiki, gave me an erection. For that night only, I could pretend that I was her first.

It was difficult to bring Kiki to the bed; she was heavier than what I expected. I took her bunny ears off and touched her face. Surprisingly, she felt warm. My hands flirted with the rest of her body, shamefully touching her silicone-soft breasts and pokeable stomach. Even her hands were delicate, maybe even sensitive. I didn't want to waste any time. I carried her over to the bed. I dropped her on the mattress. She froze upon the cushiony impact. Kiki looked straight at the ceiling. But her breasts were still shaking. I imagined how incredible it would feel to squeeze her tits. I quickly threw my pants, jacket, and shirt across the room. My boxers fell around my legs. I crawled on top of her and stared into her glassy eyes. She reduced me to an adolescent, carefully pressing and grinding into her, copping a feel, and pulling her panties around her shapely thighs. My arousal deceived me, persuading me to believe that Kiki was real and her pussy was, in fact, quivering with pleasure. I grabbed the top of Kiki's head and pulled myself into her as deep as I could.

Kiki remained quiet. The creaking of the bedsprings was the only sound of lust in the room. With a sharp jerk, I sighed heavily and quickly released her from my sweating, sandpaper grip. When I let Kiki go, she collapsed underneath me. There was the muffled sound of pennies Suddenly, the phone rang. I picked it up.

"Your time is up," the hotel clerk. "Would you like to extend?"

I thought for a moment. I looked at Kiki. Her head was faced the door and her body was contorted like a pretzel.

"No," I replied.

I took great care to dress her back up. I cleaned her off with some rags soaked in soap and warm water. Kiki dried off while I gently put back on her panties, bra, and little bunny ears. Eventually, it was if Kiki was never touched at all, just as I left her. There was a moment when I wanted to stay with her, maybe buy another 70 minutes of her time.

Kiki slid down the wall and hit her head against a bowl of fruit on the desk. I left her like that and took a cab home.

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