Business Attraction

Chapter 3: 3P

"Look Sana, there are three takoyaki left!""Wow, Momo, there are indeed three. That's more than two, but less than four. Three is agreat number. My favorite number, actually!"

The two Japanese girls share a giggle as they share a joke amongst themselves. They aresitting as close together as humanly possible, their arms locked, their other hands coveringtheir mouths in faux shyness as they laugh.

Sitting opposite from them, on the other side of the table, you have no choice but to accepttheir teasing. Two days have passed since your encounter with Sana - you needed the extraday to rest after the extended activities with the both of them - and now you found yourselfhaving lunch with both ladies at a local takoyaki joint.

The two girls continue their little private conversation, speaking mostly in Japanese. Momospeaks a little slower than Sana, needing more time to come up with the correct words, butshe nonetheless succeeds in eliciting a laugh from the younger girl with what you could onlyassume was a joke at your expense."Can I get subtitles for your little private conversation, ladies?"

Both young women, almost simultaneously, stick their tongues out at you before returning totheir conversation. This time, they are obviously talking about your... length, as they eachtake turns estimating your size between two fingertips. Soon they are erupting in giggles,before giving you shy looks and then speaking excitedly again in Japanese.

You sigh, and look around to see if you can flag a waitress for the bill.---A couple of hours and a subway ride later, you find yourself on a bustling side streetsomewhere in the Ginza neighborhood, trailing a few feet behind the two young women asthey walk, arms locked, talking and chatting to each other excitedly in a mixture of Japaneseand English.

In your arms are half a dozen or so shopping bags filled with the clothing and cosmetics thetwo have accrued during the day, and you suddenly find yourself feeling a bit like a chauffeuror personal assistant following two celebrities around. They almost never acknowledged yourpresence, aside from shooting you the occasional sly look that was almost always followedby hushed comments in Japanese and varying amounts of giggling.

Suddenly, Momo stops in her tracks. She turns to face you, and as their arms are locked, shedrags Sana around so that she too is facing you. Sana has a confused look on her face asMomo points to a shop window.

In the store window are stuffed toys of the three original starter Pokemon - Charmander,Squirtle, and Bulbasaur.

"Sana, which is your favorite starter Pokemon?"The younger girl catches on quickly to Momo's lead."Well, Momo, my favorite starter Pokemon is Charmander. What's yours?""Mine is Squirtle, Sana.""But Momo, there are three starter Pokemon! There needs to be a third.""Yes, indeed. Sigh," Momo says, actually saying the word sigh out loud, "If only there were athird person we could have fun with." 

Momo and Sana both turn to you and give you an over-the-top, exaggerated seductive look.Sana's pink tongue licks her lips, while Momo gives you a head to toe scan with her best"fuck me" eyes.Sana turns to Momo and says something in Japanese, to which Momo responds - also inJapanese, of course, although you do hear the word "Bulbasaur" in her response. Both girlsgiggle, and you are left standing there in confusion as the two new best friends continue ontheir walk.You give the Bulbasaur stuffed toy a frustrated look, then hurry after the two young women. 

You sigh loudly as you finally find a seat in the downtown Tokyo coffee shop, dropping theladies' bags under the table and folding your arms on the table before letting your foreheadrest on your forearms."I'm exhausted," you say, "you two are tiring me out."Momo, who has taken the seat next to you, gives you a smile."You'll see," she says softly, her voice almost at a whisper as though she were talking toherself."What?"