Mr Noguchi: Intimate Job Interview

Wednesday, 10 May of 1972 and I woke up at 7 am, wired for sound.  I had my first real job interview today with the Manager of Mr. Noguchi’s private men’s club.  [Well, technically, it was my second job interview, but the first had been with Mr. Collier and had been more of a job offer [Mister Collier gives me a job].    Regardless, I was nervous.]  Granted, the offer had been made after Mr. Noguchi, Joseph and another Japanese man had each, in turn, fucked me in Mr. Noguchi’s office [Mr. Noguchi] but that didn’t lock an employment deal.   And speaking of Mr. Collier, I’d called him last night and told him about the offer.  He was fine with it and suggested we might be able to drum up some business once I was in.

I wasn’t sure what to wear.

Uncle Mitch had given me a note yesterday to let me have today off school, so at least I wasn’t rushed.  Joseph would pick me up at three for the four o’clock interview.

Briefs or jock?

I threw a robe on and went down to get coffee.  Uncle Mitch was dressed for work, sipping coffee.  I asked his opinion on formal or casual and he smiled, “It isn’t an office job, so go in between.  Slacks and a color, but not loud, shirt and skip the tie.    And dress shoes with black socks.”  “Also…”  I drank, thinking, “…with it being a gay club I was thinking of a jockstrap.  Too much?”  He smirked and I thought he glanced at my crotch, but I put it off to imagination.  He finished his coffee, “I’d go with briefs.  Gotta go.  Good luck.”  He rinsed his cup and left.

Okay, red briefs, black slacks and pale blue shirt.

I spent the day working on a model kit and at 1:30 showered, blow-dried my hair and got ready and dressed.  I took extra care with shaving, anti-perspirant and cologne.  I was generally careful about grooming anyway [Uncle Mitch said I was like a cat 😉] but was meticulous today.

Joseph arrived and rang the doorbell at 2:45.  I hadn’t got my shoes on yet, so I invited him in.  He followed me to my room, complimented me on the tidiness and on the Jethro Tull poster [“Good taste.  If you liked Wagner, we might have a couple more mutual interests.”]  I told him I like The Ring and he nodded, “It’s a good start but there’s much more to him.”    I asked him if he wanted the usual in the car [he generally expected…actually, “required” is more to the point…me to lower my slacks and underwear and cover up with a jacket when he drove me anywhere] and he said no, “time for that after the interview.”  He also told me Mr. Noguchi and Mr. Ozaki, the server supervisor, would be there.  I asked if Mr. Ozaki was the sharp-featured man from the last meeting and he answered with a simple, non-explanatory “No.”

We pulled into the rear lot of the club at around 3:45, which surprised me because last Friday Mr. Noguchi picked us up, implying Joseph didn’t know where the club was.  I was too nervous to question that.  Anyway, we arrived early, and Joseph took me to the bar and ordered drinks: a gin/tonic for him and a strawberry daiquiri for me.   I told him I shouldn’t, and he countered with “The manager expects you to.   And it’ll loosen you up.”  I accepted that.  I liked it and it did loosen me up.

The club was relatively quiet, with twenty-odd guests and two servers, both in black satin briefs and deck shoes.  I asked Joseph if he knew what the job was—I’d just assumed it was a server position—and he said, “That will all be explained.”  We talked school and movies and at a couple of minutes to four, he led me up and into Mr. Noguchi’s office.

Mr. Noguchi was at his desk and there were three chairs: an empty one facing him, about ten feet away from the desk, an empty one to his left and one to his right, in which sat a short [around 5’4”], stocky Japanese man, probably forty-some years old, with short black hair and a plain face.  He was wearing sunglasses [Joseph later told me it was so he could look me over inconspicuously.]  Both he and Mr. Noguchi were wearing grey suits, he with a pink shirt and white tie and Mr. Noguchi with a black silk shirt and red tie.

Mr. Noguchi greeted Joseph, then me, then introduced Mr. Ozaki and said, “I will let my new club manager explain the position and make our offer.  Joseph?”  Joseph took the seat to Mr. N’s left and I relaxed a bit more, but only a bit.  Just because he had fucked me a couple of times didn’t mean I had the job.

First Joseph explained that he was Mr. Weiss on-site or at any other affiliated functions, and that he would not be my supervisor.  Mr. Ozaki would be and would report directly to Mr. Noguchi.

The position was a server which comprised waiting tables, occasional but infrequent coat-check duties, ambassador duties and entertainment.  The ambassador duties, broadly defined, were to make each guest’s stay pleasant and assure they wanted to return, and wanted to renew their membership or, if they were here as a guest, would want to purchase a membership.  Entertainment would be primarily on the catwalk and would include stripping and other entertainment.  Uniform would be provided and would comprise black satin—

--and Mr. Noguchi interrupted, in Japanese.  Joseph said, “I thought we could start him off—” and Mr. Noguchi continued in Japanese.  Joseph replied in Japanese, then continued.  “The uniform will comprise red deck shoes and red satin briefs or athletic supporters.  You’ll receive enough for a month and turn them in to the laundry at the end of each shift.  They are not to be worn off-site unless it is for an off-site function.”  Pay would be $2.75 an hour plus tips and I would initially be working two afternoons a week, eleven am to seven pm.  He asked if I had questions.  I asked what the difference was between the red and the black.  Mr. Noguchi explained that the guests were allowed to get more “hands on” with the “black” servers “within limits” and that the “black” servers participated in catwalk sex shows.  They also got paid more and I would be eligible for consideration after a 3-month probation.

Joseph asked if I’d be interested and I said yes, after graduation.  I said I’d be willing to work nights or weekends meantime, but Mr. Noguchi said no, and that after graduation would be fine.  Mr. Ozaki spoke to Mr. Noguchi in Japanese and Mr. N nodded and said, “Strip.”

I stripped, folding my clothes and putting them on the chair.  The act and the three men watching aroused me a little.  Not enough for a full erection but enough to cause a bit of engorgement and movement.  Mr. Ozaki came over and walked around me, at first just looking, then feeling my chest, nipples, arms, thighs, my balls and cock and my ass.  He spoke in Japanese and Mr. Noguchi translated, “You would be willing to—” he spoke Japanese to Joseph and Joseph nodded, “Would you be willing to have your body hair shaved?  Not shaved bare but clipped very short.  Not your head hair.”  I said yes, “After graduation.”  Mr. Noguchi said “Good.”   Mr. Ozaki said, “Good boy,” and patted my ass.

Mr. Noguchi made a phone call and spoke Japanese, hung up and nodded, “We have a trainer at a gym downtown, tighten you up a little.”  He spoke Japanese to Joseph and Joseph said, “We just want you firmed up a little, not muscular.  They don’t want a Steve Reeves, just solid and sexy but still boyish.  You’ll commit to that?”  I said yes and a server tapped on the door and entered with a tray holding whiskey rocks for Mr. Noguchi, Mr. Ozaki and Joseph and a rum/rocks for me.  After the server left, Mr. Ozaki asked “Do you dance?”  I said “Not really.  I kind of move to music but I wouldn’t call it dancing.”  Mr. Noguchi laughed, “It’s okay, you may learn a few steps.   So, we would like to hire you beginning Tuesday and Thursday, June 19 and 21.  Do you accept?”  I said Yes, and Joseph handed me my drink.  Mr. Noguchi raised his glass, “Bottom up.  Kanpai!”

We all drained our glasses, Mr. Noguchi nodded to Joseph and he collected the glasses and refilled them.

Mr. Ozaki fondled my ass and patted it, “Good ass, pretty boy.”  He squeezed my ass cheeks, “Good for looking, good for feeling,” he patted it, “good for spanking.”  I said thank you and Joseph handed out drinks.  Mr. Noguchi said “Kanpai!” and we all drank.  Joseph refilled them again.

I felt a nice buzz coming on.

Mr. Ozaki caressed my ass, teased a finger at my hole, “Good to fuck, too, I think.”  I squirmed against his hand.  He grasped my hips and guided me to a slow wiggle.  Mr. Noguchi said something in Japanese and Mr. Ozaki said “Hai.”  He reached around and gave my hard cock a feel, probing my asshole with his fingertip.

Joseph handed me a fresh drink and said, “Bottoms up.”  I drank it in three swallows and, now past buzzed and gaining on drunk, pushed back into Mr. Ozaki.  He gave my ass a hard slap and chuckled, “Good bad boy,” started unbuckling his slacks and went back to his chair.  He removed his slacks and shorts, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  He had light pubic hair, decent size balls and a slim seven-inch-plus cock.  He smiled at me, “Do you want this?”  I said Yes and Mr. Ozaki said “Hai.  Hai is yes.”  Joseph said “Ee-yeh is no and—” and Mr. Noguchi said, smiling, “He doesn’t need to learn No, only Yes.”  Mr. Ozaki lubed his cock, “and arigato.”  All three laughed and Mr. Noguchi said “Hai is yes and arigato is thank you.  All you need, pretty boy!” 

Mr. Ozaki stroked his cock, “You want?”  I nodded, “Hai.”

He waved me to come to him, bent me over and lubed my asshole, twisting and turning his fingers inside me.   He withdrew them and pushed his lubed cock into me slowly, running his hands up my sides.   He grasped my shoulders and started fucking me steadily, pulling me back as he thrust forward.  He fucked me for a few minutes, withdrew and slapped my ass, “Lie down, belly down.”

Joseph exposed his hard cock and stroked it.

I laid down flat and Mr. Ozaki entered me again and started fucking me faster and harder.  He gripped my forearms, pinning me, and slowed down to long, deep strokes for a few minutes, speeded up again and withdrew.  He raised my hips, got me on my knees, shoved his cock up my ass and fucked me faster, harder, whispering in Japanese.  He braced one arm on the floor, pressed my shoulders down with the other, fucked me in fast, hard, short thrusts, his cock throbbing inside me.

Mr. Noguchi said something to Joseph.  Joseph said Yes and removed his slacks and briefs.

Mr. Ozaki slowed for a second, sped up again and thrust hard a few times, then exhaled deeply and let his cum fill my ass.  He kept hammering me for a few seconds, then withdrew and patted my ass lightly, “Good, very good.”  He took the green robe off the coatrack, threw it on and left the room.

Joseph helped me stand up, turned me to face Mr. Noguchi, and got behind me.  

Mr. Noguchi sipped his drink, “I’m happy you accepted, Val.  You look good and have a sexy body.”  He smiled, “Pretty, yeah?  You don’t mind me calling you pretty boy?”  I said I didn’t.  It was growing on me.

Joseph lubed his cock and squeezed it between my ass cheeks and stroked a few times.  My dick throbbed and jerked.

Mr. Ozaki returned, dressed and sat down.

Joseph lubed my ass, bent me forward a little and shoved his cock into me and started fucking me steadily.  My cock jerked and a dribble of cum escaped it.

Mr. Ozaki said something in Japanese, that included “sexy”, to Mr. Noguchi, who smiled and said “Hai.  Sexy boy,” then something in Japanese.  He sipped and continued watching Joseph fucking me.

Joseph wrapped his arms around me, one at my hip and the other at my shoulder, and fucked me faster,

I braced myself against the desk.  Mr. Noguchi stood up and began undressing, placing his clothes on the valet.

Harder.  Joseph pressed his fingers against my lips.  I licked them and, when he pushed them into my mouth, sucked on them.  He slowed his thrusts, withdrew and got me laid down, face up, on the floor.  He kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, broke the kiss, thrust his cock into my ass and fucked me hard and fast.  He stopped again, shoved my legs up to my chest, and started power-fucking me, whispering “Yeah…come on…”  He licked my lips, closed his eyes, “Yeah you…hot little…bitch…fucking sweet slut bitch…come on come…”

And his load suddenly filled me, and my own dick throbbed, and another trickle of cum escaped it.

Joseph kept pumping for a few seconds, slowed and stopped, waited a few more seconds and withdrew, said “Nice”, took the green robe and left the room.

I got up and found my glass and asked Mr. Noguchi if I could refill it.  He said yes, “And Mr. Ozaki’s also.”  I got both, gave Mr. Ozaki his and drank half of mine.  Mr. Ozaki ran his hand up my thigh.  I fondled my stiff cock.

“Come here, pretty boy,” Mr. Noguchi was in front of the desk, fondling his erection, “Come; slow and sexy.”

I walked to him, swaying my hips but self-conscious.  He smiled and ran his hands through my hair, down to my shoulders, twisted and pinched my nipples, down my sternum and out to my hips, “We will work on that.  Turn around.”

I turned around and he ran his hands down my hips and thighs, then up my inner thighs and across my ass cheeks.  He spoke Japanese and Mr. Ozaki responded and joined us.

Joseph returned and dressed.

Mr. Noguchi pinched my ass and lubed it fresh.  He grasped my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his thumbs into my hole and stretched it.  My cock jerked for attention.  Mr. Ozaki spoke Japanese and all three of them laughed.

Mr. Noguchi nudged the head of his cock into my ass and I squirmed, wanting more.   He shoved it partway in and patted my ass.

Mr. Ozaki grasped my forearms, pinning them, and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

Mr. Noguchi shoved the rest of his cock into me, grabbed my hips and fucked me slow and steady.  He ran his hands up to my chest, toyed with my nipples, back down and brushed my cock, and over to grasp my hips and started fucking me harder…faster.  He kept going, fucking me in short, hard strokes for a few minutes then withdrew, slapped my ass and he and Mr. Ozaki got me to my hands and knees.

Mr. N spread my ass and spit on my hole and teased me, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks, nudging his cockhead into me and immediately withdrawing, stroking his shaft against my ass and squeezing it between my cheeks.  I was close to begging him to fuck me when he finally thrust it up my ass again and, after a few slow strokes started fucking me faster…harder…grabbed my waist and hammered my ass.  Mr. Ozaki pushed my shoulders down.  I reached forward and felt the cool leather of his shoe.  And a couple of minutes later Mr. Noguchi whispered Japanese, gripped my thighs and fucked me hard for a few seconds, stopped suddenly, half groaned and half sighed, and shot his load into me.  

He thrust a few more times, then withdrew, squeezed my ass cheeks and stood up, “Very good, pretty boy.”  He put the green robe on and left as Mr. Ozaki helped me sit up and handed me my drink.

After he returned, Joseph took me to the bathroom [as with last time, I walked the corridor naked] and I cleaned up.  He stopped at the top of the stairs on the walk back, put his hand on my ass and spoke, loudly, in Japanese.  There was some applause and a couple of whistles.  Then he led me back into the office.

Mr. Noguchi was dressed, and Mr. Ozaki was gone when we returned.  I started to dress, and Mr. Noguchi said, “No.  Not now.  We have paperwork.”  He had me fill out an application with name, address, et al, and filled in my ‘stage name’ as Timothy Tease.

Mr. Ozaki returned with several pairs of red satin briefs, several red and white jockstraps and two shoe boxes.  We figured out the right sizes [and I loved the feel of the briefs], and Mr. Ozaki put the brief, jock and shoes in a box and wrote my initials on it.  Joseph would pick me up at nine am on June 18th and take me for the body hair cut and to the gym to set up a schedule.

Mr. Ozaki got one more feel and light slap of my ass in, then they let me dress and Joseph and I left.

I don’t know if I was more excited or more turned on, but I was indeed both and looking forward to 19 June!