His Spring Break Harem (His Asian Spring Break Harem)

Chapter One

Chapter One

“So, did you get any action yet?”

“You know I’m still your boss, right? Even on vacation?”

“Yes,

sir

,” she purred, “anything you say,

sir

.”

Stepphy had never called him ‘sir’ before, but the way she had sent shivers through him. It was overly submissive, comically so, but there was an undertone that made him think that maybe it wasn’t entirely meant as a joke.

Or perhaps he was just getting used to being desired by the women around him.

Chiho.

Aiko.

Emi.

All Japanese, all in their early twenties, and all eager to please him.

And he, naturally, was just as eager to please them.

And then there was Stepphy.

She laughed on the other end of the line, the sound tinny through the phone, but no less intoxicating for it. He’d heard her laugh many a time in the office, usually at some podcast or other she was listening to on her headphones, or at a joke she had made, usually at his expense.

More often than not, he’d found the sound irritating, but now, listening to her over the phone, the weight of his heavy workload and the pressures of his divorce all but forgotten for the last few days, there was something more there, something alluring.

He laughed too, unsure why he did so or what it meant.

Was her calling him ‘

sir

’ actually funny, or were they speaking in some sort of code? Both understanding the silliness in the comment was merely a cover for the unspoken undertones contained within?

“Wow,” she said as her laughter began to ebb away, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, taken aback by this comment, “I laugh.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“

But do you?

”

“Of course I do.”

The phone went silent for a moment, as if she were contemplating the statement.

“I mean,

technically

, you do,” she said after a few moments, “but there’s laughing and then there’s

laughing

. This is the first time I’ve heard you

laughing

.”

“What’s the difference?” he asked, no clue what she was talking about.

“Laughing,” she began, “is a social cue, something we all do, it’s like waving when someone waves at you. Someone tells a joke and you laugh. It’s a learned behaviour. But

laughing

,” she continued, emphasising the word again, “that’s a genuine reaction. You can’t fake that.”

“How can you tell the difference?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

He pictured her sitting at her desk, her bare legs stretched out on top of it, crossed at the ankle, as she leaned back in her chair. He saw her long, dark hair flowing down over her black band t-shirt, stretched snugly over her tight body, curling a stray strand of hair around her finger as she contemplated the answer.

“I guess,” she continued, “it’s like when someone pretends to smile and they only use their mouth.”

“As opposed to…?”

“As opposed,” she said, shuffling, the image of her in his mind watching her pulling her legs off the desk and sitting upright, now all business, “to using their entire face. A person smiles as much with their eyes as with their mouth. And it’s the same with laughing.”

“I don’t laugh with my eyes?”

“In a manner of speaking,” she said, “but that just then, I could feel it. Relaxed, genuine, putting your whole body to work, which I’m

sure

you’ve got plenty of experience of down there.”

“Still your boss,” he said, trying to ignore the twitching in his trousers.

“Sorry,

sir

,” she cooed, “won’t happen again,

sir

.”

That was most definitely not helping matters.

“Speaking of which,” he said, trying to get things back on track, “didn’t you think it was a bit strange that I wanted to go to Cancun?”

“I hear it’s lovely this time of year.”

“This time of year being Spring Break.”

“Mine is not to question.”

“Seems like all you do is question the things I do.”

“Only when I think they’re giving you the wrong answer.”

“So you thought it was a good idea for me, a forty-year-old man, to come to Spring Break?”

“We all need a holiday.”

“And you thought

I

chose Spring Break for mine? You didn’t think that a bit strange?”

“Why would I?” she asked. “You’re an adult, a

single

adult I might add, with time and money. And, if you don’t mind me saying

sir

, you’re in pretty good shape for a man of your age, or most ages, to be honest. So, if you want to go on vacation and be surrounded by legions of young women, freed from the social restraints of polite society and keen to explore their sexual boundaries with an older man who can teach them a thing or two or three, who am I to judge?”

“And that sounds like something I would do, does it?” he asked, controlling his breathing as he tried not to think about the three women who had already explored their sexual boundaries with him.

“I think it’s something most men would do,

sir

, if given half a chance. And, as a college student myself, I can assure you, there are

plenty

of eager college students just looking for a guiding hand to teach them how to…”

“I was supposed to be going to

Cannes

,” he said, trying not to think of his hand guiding Stepphy, teaching her how to… “so how did I end up here?”

“Whoops,” she said, “my mistake,

sir

. I guess I’ll just wait here for my punishment.” She laughed.

“You did it on purpose,” he said, not a question.

“You needed a break,” she said, exasperated, “and more than that, you needed to get fucking laid!”

“I don’t think that’s any of your…”

“All you do is work, and for

what?!

To spend god knows how many hours on a plane to look at some dead guy shit hanging on a wall? Fuck that. What you need is to unwind and let it all hang out.”

“I’m more than capable of looking after myself.”

“When’s the last time you got laid?”

“That’s not an appropriate workplace–”

“I mean before this holiday. How long had it been? You were a walking ball of tension, you needed to get your rocks off, for your mental health, to feel the touch of a good woman, or a few

bad

ones, and where better than

Spring-fucking-Break?

”

He could hear the exasperation in her voice, the tension, as if she had been holding all of this in for a long time, as if his release was her release.

“So yes,” she continued, “I changed your dumbass travel plans to something better, something

fun

, something you will remember for the rest of your god-damn life.”

“I…”

“And you’re welcome, by the way, I

know

you’re practically drowning in pussy down there.”

“How would you know anything about my…”

“

I can hear it in your voice! I can hear the lack of tension, the sense of ease. Hell, I could practically hear the sound of your balls emptying into some eager college pussy from here!

”

“that’s…”

“

No, I don’t want to hear it. You’re on vacation, I’m holding the fort down here. I don’t want to hear another word about this or anything until you are back in the office, and that word better be ‘thank you’. Now hang up, get freshened up and go out and meet some cute college student majoring in Sucking Dick.

”

She paused, neither of them saying anything, then with a much brighter tone in her voice added, “have a great vacation,” and hung up the phone.