Saturday, 5pm.
You stand by the door of the penthouse suite of the Furoshiki Hotel, and gather yourself and your confidence. Fukui Kazuko, the ‘Mommy for Hire’, is a psychologist who has, according to the website, helped a lot of people. If the reviews are to be believed, she is kind, and willing to engage in sexual activities, though that is never the primary focus. Frankly, it sounds too good to be true – if it weren’t for the exorbitant price. But it’s worth a shot. You open the door with the keycard and head inside.
As you enter the room you are greeted by the smell of lavender, sandalwood, and honey, as well as a light humidity that seems to be originating from the bathroom. As you look around, you don’t see Kazuko, so you come inside and begin to look. What you don’t expect to see is that very same woman to be on the bed in just her lace underwear, looking at her phone. She doesn’t even seem to notice you coming in, only taking notice once you physically step into the room.
“Oh, forgive me. I lost track of time.”
She sounds kind, considerate, maternal. She rose slowly, slipping into the black silk bathrobe, and tying it around herself without a hint of shame. Her hair and skin still glisten with the water from presumably the shower she took as she walks over to you to shake your hand.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, you. Shall we go outside to talk about why you’ve come here?”
She radiates a feeling of familiarity, of a time long gone. You quickly feel safe, protected, and less glum than the outside world often makes you feel. Her smile is beautiful, radiant, and really brings back some of the sunshine that the setting sun was missing. You follow her to the balcony, where she offers you a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and takes up position next to you.
“Now tell me, what can I do for you tonight?”
