Okinawa

The day after my leave started, we flew to Los Angeles. This time, we spent 3
days with my parents. Both were happy to meet my soon-to-be wife. I rented a car
at the airport, and Itsu insisted on wearing a traditional Kimono to meet them.
She said it was a family tradition, and she wanted to continue.

They were impressed by her manners, and the Kimono (hand embroidered) was truly
beautiful. We went to a Japanese Restaurant (my mom loves Japanese food), and
they were very impressed also. Itsu was the center of attention, and we were
given complimentary drinks and desert, seeing that this was her first visit to
the US, and we had been recently engaged.

When we got back, Itsu changed, and came back out in jeans and a large t-shirt.
She and my mom started talking about wedding plans, and my dad and I talked about
the bar. I quietly told him that it was a strip bar, and he was not real
surprised. I did not tell him that sex was also sold there, but being former
military himself, he probably expected that.

The next 4 days, I took Itsu out sightseeing. Disneyland, Universal Studios,
Museums, and the beach were several of the stops. At Santa Monica, she giggled,
and shaded her eyes, claiming "I can see home from here!"

We flew to North Carolina, and were met by Lori at the airport. She gave both of
us a warm hug, then we left for her place. Mark got there shortly after we did,
and he was a nice guy. He actually looked a lot like me, and that surprised me a
little.

The four of us shared a wonderful dinner, with each of us giving a short version
of our life's stories. We gave a brief version of what the club was like, and
about our engagement. Mark had just become a junior partner at the law firm, and
Lori was moving to another firm nearby, so there would be no problems between
work and home.

We shared drinks in the living room, and then retired to bed. Itsu and I made
love, then fell asleep.

Lori was taking 2 weeks off before starting her new job, so we spent a lot of
time together. The three of us drove around the sites, and even spent a day in
Jacksonville, seeing friends and the sites there.

2 nights before we left, I was having problems sleeping, and went out into the
living room to watch TV. An hour or so later, Lori came in also, and curled up in
my arms. She knew about my occasional sleeping problem, and we simply cuddled,
and talked about our new lives.

Mark was out of town that night, having to go to Myrtle Beach South Carolina to
do some investigation for a case he was working on. So it was just the three of
us. Lori was wearing her white nightgown again, and it made me a little nervous.
Even though it was over between us, I still got aroused seeing her in it. We
started talking about her and Mark, and I mentioned how much he looked like me.

Mark was a great guy, and she admitted that his similarity to me was one of the
things that attracted her. "He is different from you in a lot of ways though. For
one, he is not as adventurous in bed, but I am slowly changing that."

Then she giggled, saying that he almost had a fit, the first time she suggested
anal sex. "That was last weekend. We did not do it, but I will get him to do me
that way eventually. So at the moment, my ass is still yours."

She leaned closer to me, and giggled again when she pressed her arm lightly
against my groin, feeling my erection. "Itsu and I did a little talking the other
day. Seems that you keep her very 'happy', should I say. I am glad for both of
you, honest. You know how girls are. We even did a little comparing of lovemaking
styles between the two of you. You should be happy to know that you won with both
of us.

"In fact, she told me that she would have no problem with you and I saying
'goodbye' tonight."

I was startled by this, and she turned to look at me. "Honest, she said it would
be OK. I would never lie to you again. I may bend the rules a little, but not
lie. And I like her far to much to hurt her."

I was a little surprised at this admission, and asked her what rules she had
bent. She looked a little embarrassed, and admitted that she had sex with another
person during the last 3 years. But since it was not a man, there was no
penetration, so not really sex.

It never occurred to me that she might be bisexual. We talked about it, and she
said that the girl and her were lovers off and on for about 2 years. It was more
than sex, the closeness being what she needed.

"But I would like to make love to you, one last time. If you say no, I will
understand of course. Mark even told me before he left that this would be a good
time for us to say goodbye. I think he knew I was considering this, so took the
trip now. He really is a very understanding person."

I told her that I would be right back, and went back to my bedroom. Itsu woke up
when I laid down next to her, and asked whaat was going on. I explained to her
what Lori had said, and she told me to go back out there.

"She still loves you, and I know that you love her. I want our life together to
start with no regrets. If you not do this now, you may always wonder what would
have happened. I only ask that you come back to me before you go to sleep."

We kissed, and I went back out to the living room. I turned off the TV, and
placed a CD into the stereo, then turned on the gas log in the fireplace. The
soft light was wonderful, and we cuddled again.

Soon, we were making out, and she was pulling my pajamas off of me. Once nude,
she proceeded to give me one of her wonderful blowjobs. I played with her long
hair, loving the feel. When I got close, II gently pulled her off, then proceeded
to kiss and strip her, kissing my way down her body as I went.

I spent 20 minutes on her breasts. I gently suckled, then sucked harder, trying
to bring her off this way. She must have been really turned on, because she cried
out, an held me to her as she came, moaning my name. I moved up and kissed her as
she came back down, holding me close.

I continued to gently caress her breasts and belly, and soon started to kiss my
way down again. I played with her breasts for a minute, then continued my way
down. I knew she did not want to be teased tonight, so when I got to her groin, I
proceeded to lick and kiss her vulva.

Lori went crazy, moaning and clutching my head as I ate her out. Soon, she was
yelling "Yes" as she approached orgasm. As I brought her over the edge, she
called my name out and clutched her legs around my head.

I ate her sweet pussy, licking my way up and down, then sliding my tongue into
her as far as I could. Soon she was calling out again, swearing and yelling as I
brought her to several more orgasms in succession.

I had almost forgotten how vocal Lori can be during our love making. Although
normally we were alone in the house when we did, this was not the case this time.
I lay with my head on her belly, feeling Lori slowly rubbing her pelvis against
my chest. I waited for her to catch her breath again, then kissed my way slowly
up her belly and chest.

I saw finally up, then I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. I
looked into the hallway, and saw Itsu standing there. She was wearing the same
white nightgown she had our first night together. She had obviously been watching
us, and her nipples were hard, visible through the thin silk.

I quietly whispered to Lori that Itsu is watching us, and she giggled. "I know
that my love. She has been there for several minutes."

"Itsu," I quietly called out. "Come on out here. It's OK."

Itsu quietly walked out. Lori looked up at her, then smiled and climbed to her
feet. The two ladies hugged, not a sexual hug but a very friendly one. My ex-wife
kissed my future wife on the cheek, and suggested we go to our bedroom.

The four of us went back to the bedroom Itsu and I were using, and climbed onto
the large King Sized bed. Soon we were a tangle of 3 heads, 6 arms, 6 hands, 6
legs, 4 breasts, and 3 passions. I found myself kissing one female, then the
other. My hands going from one nipple to another, caressing one ass, then another
pussy.

I reached down to caress Itsu's pussy, and found a hand already there. I found
myself sucking on one of Lori's breasts, and Itsu was sucking the other. The next
hours passed in a sexual daze, both giving and receiving many orgasms from all
three of us. One time while recovering, I saw the 2 biggest loves in my life
engaged in a long, slow 69.

Then Lori moved around and crawled between Itsu's legs, and started giving her
the most sensual head I had ever seen. Itsu was moaning and caressing Lori's head
as she licked and sucked on her. Lori broke away for a moment, and whispered that
she wanted to hear Itsu say it in Japanese.

Itsu did this, and it obviously pleased Lori to hear her moaning in her native
language as she brought her to several orgasms, then moved up to curl in her
arms. The three of us then fell asleep, waking up again at first light to make
love one more time.

The next evening, Mark returned and we had a wonderful dinner at a very exclusive
restaurant. We danced for a while afterwards, both couples switching several
times, so both Mark and I got to dance with both ladies. On the drive back, Itsu
cuddled up in my arms as we relaxed in the backseat.

The next morning, Mark and Lori drove us to the airport, and there were hugs,
kisses, and tears shared by all of us. Itsu and I flew to San Diego this time,
renting a car and driving down to Mexico.

Itsu was fascinated with Tijuana. We went to several stores, buying some clothes
and souvenirs for us and the girls. We even bought matching leather jackets for
Brad and Amy. Then I called Blanca. She met us at the hotel, and started to cry
when she saw me again. She and Itsu talked for a while as I got our new things
packed.

We went to her house, and talked to her family as we got her stuff that we were
taking back with us. They were very happy for her, and excited. She was the first
member of their family to go overseas like this, and the money she would be
sending back would hopefully let them get their business going again.

That night, the girls and I went out to a few nightclubs. Itsu was fascinated
with them, and the music being played. It was much louder then we had it at our
club, and the street hookers was another revelation to her. The girls in Japan
were not as open or bold as these girls were.

One even propositioned me in the street, groping my crotch as they looked on.
When I mentioned that she was my fiancˇe, the girl looked at her, then said it
would only be slightly higher. Itsu blushed as Blanca and I laughed with the
whore.

We went to a little club that Blanca worked at, and watched a short thick
Hispanic girl strip. The club was similar to ours, and we saw several couples
heading out the front door to the hotel across the street.

The owner came over and talked to Blanca, then brought over drinks for all of us,
sitting also so we could compare storied about our bars. Jose was fascinated
about our place, and I made some drawings, describing our floor plan, the design
of our booths (he was impressed when I said that they were my own design), and
the stereo system used.

He liked the idea of a live DJ, and said he would consider it. The open dance
floor also interested him, since it would allow him to bring in other people, and
attract more business. Several drinks later, he mentioned an idea he had.

Oriental girls were rare in Mexico, and he would be interested in getting papers
for and hiring any of ours that were interested in coming over here. He would
also refer to us any girls that were interested in going to Japan. This got our
attention, since it would allow all of us to get more variety, and the girls
could travel more.

Itsu liked the idea, and we agreed to mention it to our girls. One thing that
could work for them is the closeness to the US. Several of our girls had married
servicemen in the last couple of years, and being as close to San Diego and Camp
Pendleton would definitely interest some of the girls.

That night, I sent e-mail to Martha, telling her about the proposal, and asking
her to mention it to the girls for us. Jose said he would ask around also, to see
if any of his girls would be interested in a change.

We made a final shopping spree, getting more clothes and music, then made the
drive up to San Diego again. Since we were leaving on Saturday evening, I took
the girls to the Marine Recruit Depot, to watch a graduation Friday morning. I
wore my dress blues, and was the center off attention as we sat in the stands. We
saw many young Marines staring at me as I walked around the Depot with 2 lovely
ladies.

Both girls were impressed with the ceremony, including the Pass In Review at the
end. I gave them a tour, and ran into an old friend of mine. Staff Sergeant White
went through boot camp with me, and I was surprised to see him there as a Drill
Instructor. He took the afternoon off, and took us around to some other areas.

We watched the recruits go through the Obstacle Course, and both girls were
impressed with the Confidence Course. The Confidence Course is like a Super
Obstacle Course, including a 100' log ladder, jumping across 7' gaps, and other
tough drills. It is mostly to build up confidence, and instill the fearlessness
that Marines are famous for.

Then we watched SSgt. White drill some of his recruits, and the girls were
impressed with the precision in which they marched. His group was graduating in 2
weeks, and he had me come out and talk to them. I gave them a 20 minute talk,
telling them about the "Real Marine Corps", and they were impressed that I was
living in Japan. When I introduced them to Itsu, they all smiled. Knowing that
none of them had really seen a female in 3 months, this was not surprising.

Finishing my little pep-talk, the four of us went off to the club for drinks.
Bill and Blanca paired off, and got along pretty well as we had a Lobster dinner,
then drinks and dancing. Bill and I talked, and I learned that his tour was about
to end, and he was considering where to go for his next duty.

I mentioned that if he came to Okinawa, I could show him a great time. I told him
about Cheers, and about other plans I had. He was impressed, and said he would
consider it. His specialty was Motor Transport, something that was always in
demand everywhere. After some more dancing, the four of us called it a night. I
drove Bill back to his place, and saw him and Blanca making out in the back of
the car. I had a feeling that Bill might be joining us shortly.

The flight to Japan fascinated Blanca. It was her first time in an airplane, and
she loved it. 20 hours later, 3 tired people got out of the car, and were met by
Brad and Amy. The girls chatted on the way into town as Brad got me caught up on
recent events.

There had been a minor fight, but not much else. One of the girls decided to get
married, and would be leaving us in a few months. Until then, she would only be
dancing, and working the booths. No more hotel work for her.

Blanca loved the bar, and caused a real sensation that night when she first went
out to dance. She brought several Spanish CDs, and the guys loved her. I saw
several guys trying to get her to sit with them, and most of them were Hispanic.
Obviously, she would work out great.

The next day, I went out looking around. I had my eye on a closed nightclub a few
blocks away, and had Itsu get a real estate agent to take me in. It had a large
dance floor, and a decent sound system. The bar was long, and the back area was
very modern.

Looking around, I saw that there was an upper level, and that there was a full
kitchen in the back. This seemed the perfect place. We had looked at several
other clubs the last month or so, but the first one was the one I wanted. The
agent left me with a key, and I brought Itsu to look at it.

As we looked it over, I told her the idea that I had for it. I painted the
picture with words, telling her my vision for this place. This would be so
different, that I would not be afraid to be connected to it. She liked the ideas,
and gave a few of her own. The rest of the day we talked it over, and decided to
give it a try.

It had been vacant for over a year, so the owner was desperate to do something
with the property. We signed a one year lease, with an option to buy at the end
of the year. This way, we could always walk away if it failed. If it was a
success, we would buy it.

Once again, I went to work with the CAD, designing the new floor plan, the sound
system, and the lighting. Itsu went to restaurant supply stores, choosing
fixtures and appliances. She also contacted culinary schools, acquiring both
American and Japanese cooking students, looking for something new instead of the
traditional.

The week I went back to work, the demolition and construction started. The old
fixtures were ripped out, and new ones were put in their place. A hardwood dance
floor was installed, as well as a clear plastic one. Under this, I had lights and
mirrors places, so that it was like looking down a surreal tunnel. I had the
eating area covered with a bamboo mat, like a traditional restaurant. The coat
room had multiple cubbyholes for shoes, and a large sign was made in Japanese and
English saying "NO SHOES BEYOND THIS POINT".

Once again, I had the bar top resurfaced, and covered with brand new coins. This
time, they were alternating rows, both Japanese and American coins. I wanted this
club to be for all that wanted to come. We made arrangements for live bands, and
only had to come up with a name.

Our brainstorming group included, Itsu, Blanca, Martha, Amy, Brad, and myself. It
was only 2 weeks until the opening, and we still had not come up with a name.

Finally, it was Itsu that came up with the Name. One of the ideas I had was to
specialize each night with music from a different decade. The 50's, 60's, 70's,
80's and 90's would be the specialty each night. She is the one that proposed
"Decades". It was perfect, and we sent the order off to the sign maker the next
day.

The music style would change each night, with Sunday through Thursday being 50's
through 90's, each night being the next decade. On Friday and Saturday nights,
the music would change every 2 hours, to give it more variety. We also thought
this would work well, since the older people that came in would get what they
want to listen to, then leave when the music moved up and the younger crowd
appeared. On the first weekend of each month, we would book a live band, and that
would always change.

The next week went fast, with the auditions for the band (a rather good band made
up of Airmen from Kadena Air Force Base was the winner for the first weekend),
the passing out of fliers for opening night, and the multitude of other last
minute details. The only rough part was when I got a call to see the Career
Planner again.

I had been nervous for months, because my initial request to extend had been
turned down. I was finally able to get a 1 year extension, but that was about to
expire. We talked for about an hour, and he said he would see what he could do.
But the School Of Infantry really wanted me bad as an instructor, and they were
not refused very often.

Itsu was upset again, and it was all I could do to calm my fiancˇe down. Of all
times, this was the worst to face a transfer. With Decades about to open, and our
marriage not yet done. We talked to Martha, and started to make some plans in
case it was refused. Basically, I expected it to be turned down. I had been here
for over 4 years, and that was not very common.

The one good piece of news came on the Thursday before opening. I was once again
called to the admin offices, and I went, expecting it to be the final refusal for
my extending. However, I was told to go report to the Regimental Sergeant Major.

He welcomed me in, and told me to have a seat. He held up a piece of paper, and
asked me if I knew what it was. Of course, I did, and told him that it was my
refusal for extension, and that I would be rotating back home.

But he laughed, and said "No, this is not what that is. You know that the Corps
does not move that quickly unless it is for a Court Martial.

"This here is from 8th and I Streets in Washington D.C. (The Marine Barracks
there is the Headquarters for the entire Corps). It seems that somehow, they
decided that you were a satisfactory Marine, and after such a long tour of duty,
with such low pay, that you should get a raise. This is to inform you that
effective next Tuesday, you will be a Staff Sergeant in our glorious Marine
Corps."

With numb fingers, I took the memo he handed to me. I was in shock. I had known
that I was eligible for promotion, but I did not actually think I would get it so
soon. I had only been in for 12 years, and this was a little fast. But suddenly
it sunk in, and I yelled out a loud "Ooh Rah!". The Sgt. Major just laughed, and
congratulated me again.

The entire section was thrilled to hear about my promotion. Handshakes were
exchanged by all, and I called Itsu to tell her the news. She was thrilled, and
said that she would be there for the promotion ceremony. I then called both my
parents, and Lori to let them know the good news. They were all thrilled to hear
the news also. Finally after the end of what seemed to be a long day of getting
congratulated, I headed home. Brad congratulated me also, and said that he would
be happy to continue to drive to work with me, even if I out ranked him now.

Itsu made me a wonderful dinner, and all of the girls came by to congratulate me.
Then Itsu and I went out to Decades to give it a final once over before opening
night.

The Radiomen (the band we had hired) was practicing when we got there, and
sounded just great. And since this was the last practice night before opening
night, all of the employees were there also, learning to find their way around,
make table arrangements for the waitresses, and the like.

This time, I knew that it would be to much for me to handle a club of this scale.
Itsu had hired an experienced manager from another club, and he would be doing
most of the work from now on. I had also chosen an assistant for him.

Gunnery Sergeant Gus Caldwell had retired about 4 years before, and had stayed on
Okinawa with his Japanese wife. Itsu and I had had them at our club many times,
and also had dinner at their place many times. He had worked at the Dive shop on
Camp Schwab for a couple of years before they closed it. He loved the idea of
working again, and jumped at the chance.

Gus and Max (I never could pronounce the Japanese Manager's name, but he said
that everybody called him Max, and it stuck) got along real well, and were a
great team. We talked about the last minute things, and headed back home.
Tomorrow was the big night, and we were all looking forward to it.