THE AMY TAKAMOTO STORY


Amy Takamoto, the pretty twenty-three year-old desk clerk at the hotel, was becoming worried about her friend Misaki Kato who had fallen ill earlier in the evening. She had become so terribly tired that the security people in the hotel had taken her to one of the guest rooms to let her lie down and sleep for a while. It had now been more than two hours since they took her to a guest room. Amy decided to go and check on Misaki to see if she was okay. One of the other staff had seen which room she was taken to and had told her the room number. It was one of the soundproof rooms on the traffic side of the hotel.

Amy used her master key to open the door and enter the room. As she stepped into the darkened room and allowed the door to close behind her, she was suddenly grabbed by the hair and her head was pulled backwards by a powerful man. She felt the stun gun in his other hand as he held it against the small of her back.

“Well, well, what have we here?” he said, as he grabbed the frightened Amy by the hair.

He pushed Amy further into the room and allowed her to see the spread-eagled, naked form of Misaki, now sleeping quietly within her restraints on the bed.

“What have you done to her,” Amy asked, “is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” he told her, “I tickled her for a while and now she’s asleep. She’ll wake up in a while.”

“Now, I will allow you to choose,” he told her, “I want you to remove your clothes and lie down on the other bed. You can take them off yourself and lie down on your own, or I can use this stun gun in the small of your back to knock you out so that I can do it for you. What’s it going to be?”

“No, I’ll do it,” she told him, asking “What are you going to do to me?”

She started to remove her uniform, folding each piece carefully and placing it on a chair, while the man watched from the little hallway leading to the door, her only way out of the room.

“Your friend and I had a little fun together as I tickled various parts of her body,” he said, “and she seemed to enjoy herself. I think you and I should share a similar time. And it would be such a waste if we didn’t use the other bed.”

“Please don’t,” Amy pleaded, “I’m so ticklish!”