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The boy rang the doorbell of the buyers’ house at 4:55pm, nothing, he looked up at the windows, nothing, no lights, no sound, and he waited. At 5:00pm the door opened. The buyer looked the boy up and down, “5, means 5.”

The boy followed the buyer upstairs to the now familiar room they were in yesterday. He sat in the same chair, took his phone from his pocket and placed it in the center of the table. The buyer entered the room, carrying a tray of beer; he placed the tray on the table.

“Are your batteries fully charged?” The buyer said with a slight smile on his cracked lips.

“Yes sir, fully charged, both me and the phone.” The boy said as he poured one of the cold beers into a glass, the beer felt good as it slid down his dry throat. “Are you ready to continue your story?”

“In a moment, are you hungry?”

“Eh, no, I just had a burger, from the van around the corner.” The boy hated that kind of question, his Mum used to ask them all the time, “are you hungry, are you eating enough, are you wearing clean underwear?” he always answered yes to the last two, but he was never sure about the first question. If he said yes, then his mom would feel obliged to make him something to eat, and she would worry about him not eating enough, if he said no, then he could see disappointment in her eyes, that I’m not needed look, the same look he could see right now in the buyers’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, have you prepared something for us?”

The buyer took a sip of his beer, cleared his throat and spoke “No, I just thought you might be hungry, that’s all. But I have seen the van you are talking about, it is filthy, and I am sure the food is poisonous; please don’t eat from there again.”

“OK, but the burger was kind of nice.”

The buyer frowned at the boy, “I said it is dangerous, now please take my advice and do not eat from that place again.”

“OK.” The boy replied, took another sip of beer and said, “Shall we continue then?” he reached across to his phone and pressed record.

The buyer sat for a moment then continued, “So we had captains of boats smuggling the packages around the world, we always delivered, and we started to get more orders, Asia was our biggest market, the Japanese wanted western style packages, they wanted men and women, thin and fat, tall and short and tramps are easy to find if you know where to look. Paris was easy, the vagrants would sleep anywhere they could, so we just drove around in the evenings looking for the right one for the order, follow them to see where the slept, and then collected them at night. We normally shipped within 24 hours of collection, but sometimes we had to keep the package a little longer, to either fatten them up a bit or thin them down, depending on the order of course.”

The buyer paused for a moment and let out a little laugh, “I remember one order, it came from a very regular client in Osaka, Japan, he needed a man of about forty five, not too tall, but not short either, he had to be fit, and he must have a very large penis, it took John and I two weeks to find such a man, I had to pretend to be homeless, and hang around with the tramps, waiting for a person of that description to urinate, while I watched. You see this scar here,” the buyer ran his finger down the scar on the left side of his face, the boy nodded in acknowledgment, “Well this one guy thought I was trying to come on to him, and pulled a knife on me, but as they say, you should see the other guy. It also turned out that his penis was tiny anyway. After two weeks of living like a tramp I found the right man, his name was Robert, he was about 40 pounds overweight, and his penis was like a babies arm.

Out of curiosity I decided to escort this package to the destination. A week into the transfer from France to Japan, Robert and I had became quite friendly, when he asked why he was being shipped away, I told him I didn’t know the specifics, but when I told him the requirements of the order he laughed, and said “I wonder what they want me to do.” Nearly two months it took on that bloody ship, but we finally arrived in Osaka, the client was there waiting, they put Robert into the back of a black Transit van, and I was escorted to a limousine, I asked the client about the order and the requirements, he just said “Ah, you will see tonight.” I was taken to a hotel and told to be ready and in the lobby by 8pm. At 8pm sharp my escort arrived and drove me to an exclusive club in the Kita area of Osaka.

This was a members only club, in fact it didn’t even look like a club, just a black door on a white building on a small nondescript street. I was taken to a private booth, the client was sitting there with two other gentlemen, the client gestured for me to sit, I did, there was champagne, bourbon and a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label on the table, the client waved his hand and one of the hostesses, his hostesses asked me what I wanted to drink, I opted for the Blue Label, I had never tried it before, and it was so smooth, “Now is time.” The client said, a curtain opened to reveal a stage with a bed on it, thirty seconds later two hostesses escorted Robert on to the stage, he was dressed in a silk bathrobe, the stood him in front of the bed, Robert looked clean, he had been shaved, his hair had been cut into a nice loose style which made his face look stronger.

A female voice came over the sound system, I didn’t understand what it was saying, but as it spoke I could hear lots of women murmuring, and talking, a spotlight fell on Robert and his entourage, the hostesses removed Robert’s robe, and the moment his penis was exposed the room went crazy, women were shouting, even screaming, suddenly the noise stopped. A woman of about forty five years old, walked over to the stage, she signed a piece of paper one of the hostesses gave her, turned to look at the crowded room and smiled at the people, she then walked up the stairs and gently grabbed Robert by his penis and walked round to the side of the bed.

As the curtains closed, Robert gave me a slight smile as the client said, “200,000 yen.” I tried to work it out in pounds, but I think it’s about 3,000 US dollars, nowadays, so back then it was a lot. I sat with the client for a few hours, drinking, and he explained about his club, you see Japan has always had a reputation for catering to the businessmen, so the client opened a club which catered to the businesswomen of modern Japan. Rich and powerful women would pay very well for a western guy with a large penis to satisfy them, the same as a rich and powerful man will pay to have sex with a girl in a tub of jelly, or dressed as a schoolgirl, times were changing and the client was keeping up as best he could. When I asked what would happen to Robert; the client told me that once he had made a large enough profit he would probably sell him to one of the female business women, where he would live a good life as long as he had sex with them.” The buyer stopped, got up and walked slowly out of the room.

The boy reached over and pressed pause on his Nokia. He stood up and walked over to the window, he looked down at the darkening garden and thought of Robert, was he still alive, still having sex with rich Japanese women, still living a wonderful life, how big was his penis?