Read Online 3 Straight by the Rules by Michelle Scott - Free Book Online

you, or otherwise maul you.  And you are not to move or speak.”
    They might not be able to touch me, but they could look, and now that I was being piled with sushi, I was drawing stares from the wait staff.  Their eyes crawled over me, making me squirm.  Someone used their phone to snap a picture.  I flushed in embarrassment as I wondered whose FaceBook page I’d be appearing on.
    When Barb laid the sushi onto my stomach and along my collarbones, I sucked in my breath.  It was like being covered in leeches.  My skin wanted to crawl away from my body.  “This is the stupidest, grossest thing I’ve ever heard of,” I said. “No one’s going to eat sushi that’s been sitting on a stranger’s skin.  Who came up with this idea anyway?”
    She glared at me.  “I’ll have you know that nyotaimori is considered an art form.  Japanese men do it all the time.”
    “Are you kidding me,” I said, outraged.  “My father is Japanese!  He would never think that eating sushi off a semi-naked woman was art.”  I lifted my head and glared.  “I’ll bet not a single person living in Japan has even heard of this.  In fact, nyotaimori is probably a made-up word…”
    She shoved a spicy tuna roll into my mouth.  “You are not to talk, remember?”  Then she walked away, tucking the empty tray under her arm.
     
    Being partially naked and covered in sushi is bad.  Being partially naked, covered in sushi and not being able to move is worse.  Within minutes, my nose began to itch maddeningly.  A fleck of something got into my eye, but as much as I tried, I couldn’t blink it away.  My muscles started to cramp.  First my right thigh, then my left winched tight until I gasped in pain.  Breathe through it, I told myself.  Breathe!  My skin itched as the sushi began to dry out.  I would have cheated and scratched, but the palms of my outstretched hands were filled with shrimp tempura rolls.  I was helpless and humiliated.  No doubt Helen was punishing me for my temerity the day before.  I swore that I could hear her laughing at me from the otherworld.
    As I listened to the hum of conversation, I wondered where on earth my client had disappeared to.  My orders were to make him take a piece of sushi from me.  When I’d first read my instructions, the temptation hadn’t sounded too bad.  However, now that I knew the sushi was being displayed on my nearly-naked body and that Milo was a terrible lecher, I began to worry.  Along with that piece of sushi, he might try to sample something else of mine.
    Although my client hadn’t stopped by for a gander, everyone else did.  And while the men didn’t talk to me, they all got their messages across loud and clear.  Some leaned over to sniff at my lotus blossoms and leer at my cleavage while others joked at how they wanted to peek beneath the banana leaf.  Pretty soon, it wasn’t just the smell of sushi making me sick.
    A pair of college students ambled over.  They both looked too young to be drinking, but from their giggles and lack of coordination, it was clear they’d been taking advantage of the open bar.  After treating me to several double entendres, one of them said to his friend, “Man, your birthday party blows.”
    “I know, right?”  The other kid poured a packet of soy sauce over one of the California rolls on my belly, and brown liquid dribbled into my navel.  “My dad said he’d only invite a few of his employees tonight, but they’re overrunning the whole damn thing.  He probably wants to write this party off as a business expense.”  He ate part of the sushi then gave a disgusted, “Ack!” and spit the rest of it into the palm of his hand.  “Let’s get out of here.”  To my relief, the pair of them staggered off.
    Finally, my succubus nudged me.  My client had reappeared.  I could just see him from the corner of my eye.  Unfortunately, Barb’s threat of divorce court must have worried him because he refused to come