Tokyo Girl [A Man to Japanese Hostess Story] - Part 2

Commissioned by Bimboblarg

Josh, a weeb from America, finally makes it to Japan, only to realise it’s not all he dreamed it would be. After drowning his sorrows in a bar one night, he befriends the wrong person and ends up indebted and trapped by a lowlife gangster who transforms him into a peppy, girly Japanese woman and forces him into working at his hostess club. Now Josh has to find a way to fight his new urges, escape, and maybe find love on the way. 

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Standing in that cold back room I felt a cold sweat forming on my back. A drip rolled down the curve of my spine, all the way down to the cleft of my now peachy ass. This couldn’t be real, and yet, it was. Without thinking, I pinched my arm and yelped in pain, only for Kenji to laugh. God, that was so stupid, did I really think pinching myself would change anything?

“This is real, don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry? Don’t worry!?” I cried. “You’ve turned me into a woman I…how can I not worry!?”

“You’ll get used to it.” Kenji shrugged. “Thanks to those earrings, you might even like it soon.”

The idea that I could be forced to like this made my stomach churn. I thought about that strange feeling of desire I got while changing; Kenji was forcing me to get turned on; how long could I resist such programming if every time I obeyed, he gave me pleasure? No, I had to get out of here. Kenji clearly saw the fear in my eyes but made no move to stop me as I slowly backed toward the door. 

“If you want to waste our time, go ahead. I’ll see you soon enough when you come to your senses.”

I ignored him and quickly turned and ran out the door. My new body had already adjusted to the heels, and I had no trouble balancing as I dashed out of the bar. I needed to get away from him and his sexy damn voice, at least long enough to stop thinking of it as sexy! 

There had to be a way to fix this, I’d go back to the hotel room and cut the damn jewellery off if that’s what it took. I rushed through the late night Tokyo streets, ignoring the strange looks I got from passersby as I made my way back to the cramped hotel room that had felt so sad before. Now the tiny room felt like a haven. Or it would, if the man at the desk didn’t step in front of me as I walked to the elevator. 

“No soliciting.” He said seriously in Japanese. 

“Wha? I ain’t soliciting!” I replied, my cadence taking on a more Yankee style of Japanese without me even realising it. 

“You’re not a guest here.” The man said simply. “I would recognise you.”

“No I am!” I insisted, thrusting my room key at him. “See? See!?”
 He looked at the card and grabbed my wrist, forcing me over to the desk where he scanned it and then huffed, a smug smile on his lips. 

“This room belongs to a young man from the US. You don’t look like a young man from the US.”

“I…I…”

“I will tell him to stop ordering prostitutes. Now, get out before I call the police.”

My bottom lip wobbled in a way it never had before. Looking at the man’s angry face made me want to cry but also, a wicked idea formed. I took in his tense shoulders and the slightly jealous edge in his voice; he was wound up. His eyes dropped to my cleavage and I was suddenly filled with the strongest compulsion I had ever felt to step forward and bat my eyelids. If I did him a little favour and eased some of that tension, he would probably let me into the room. 

My pussy moistened at the thought and I felt horrified I’d even thought of the idea. My lips parted and I licked them, for a second imagining it was this man’s tongue and then shook such thoughts away. I needed to get out of here. It took more effort than I cared to admit to turn around and walk away from the temptation. I stepped back outside into the Tokyo streets, my eyes dropped from tiredness, and my head began to pound as a hangover threatened to form. 

Without any other ideas, I walked and hoped a new plan would form. I could get a new hotel room, except I couldn’t. My bag was back at Kenji’s bar, probably lying on the floor where I had left it along with my figurine. I had no money, no ID and now not even a roof over my head. 

I wandered aimlessly through a large department store, ducking into aisles every now and then to fruitlessly tug at the jewellery that kept me this way. No matter what tools I tried, the necklace wouldn’t break, and the earrings refused to come out. Darkly, I wondered what would happen if I tried cutting the lobes but dismissed the idea; I really didn’t want to end up in a hospital. 

“This sucks,” I muttered to myself, understatement of the year, but I couldn’t think of anything more eloquent to say. 

With every step, my new body taunted me. My hips swayed, my butt bounced and my tits hanging free felt like they had a mind of their own; they were moving so much. As dawn began to break over the city, the light chased me back down a familiar street and I found myself in front of Kenji’s bar, feeling pathetic and alone. He was right; that had been a waste of time. If working off my debt was the only way out of this, so be it.

I knocked at the closed door and for a moment worried what would happen if nobody answered. But the door swung open and there was the bartender with a knowing smile on his face.

“We knew you’d be back.”

I didn't give him the satisfaction of a response. I just walked inside and sat down at the bar. 

“Kenji, the new girl is back!” The bartender called and a few minutes later a tired but smug looking Kenji appeared, having obviously been asleep. 

“Welcome back, Momoko.”

“That’s not my name, my name is…ah, it’s uh…w-why can't I say my name?”

“Momoko?” 

He had that grin on his face again, the one that reminded me of a shark. 

“No no…that. My name, my real name it’s…it’s…”

No matter how hard I tried, the name couldn’t pass my lips, even thinking it was hard and the name Momoko was settling over me like an unsettling comfortable blanket. 

“I can’t have you concerned with who you were, focus on who you are.” Kenji said simply. “Now say it.”

“...Momoko.”

“Wonderful!” 

Kenji clapped his hands and nodded.

“Let’s get you settled.”

He led me out to the back of the bar, where a shiny black car was waiting. With a sigh of resignation, I stepped inside and did my best not to like the way the plush leather felt against my mostly bare thighs. I leaned against the window as Kenji drove me through the city streets. Even at this early hour Tokyo was busy. People hurried to the train station to start work, shop owners set up their window displays, and stall owners filled their stock. Orange light carpet through the tall buildings and bathed everything in a warm glow. It would have looked welcoming, maybe even magic, if I hadn’t felt so wretched. 

Eventually, we arrived in Roppongi, Tokyo’s most famous nightclub and entertainment district. I’d planned on visiting myself at some point, I’d always been curious about their hostess bars. Kenji opened the car door as if he were some sort of gentleman, and I stepped out. The building was black and silver, with a dark gold silhouette of a woman in the blacked-out windows. She was bathing in a champagne glass, one leg extended. Matching gold lettering decorated the sign above.

“The Champagne Club.” I whispered under my breath, reading the sign aloud. “Roppongi’s best hostess club. Girls of all types ready for sparkling conversation…”

“That’s you now, Momoko!” 

I wanted to tell him I had no idea how to charm men with sparkling conversation but something told me the earring might help with that. Inside, the club looked surprisingly cosy; it was themed in black and gold, with large, plush booths along the walls that would give occupants a decent amount of privacy; a central bar was surrounded by high tables and stools and there was a stage that was currently empty. The only person in the bar was a single bartender, a Japanese woman with bright red lips, eyeshadow and nails. She polished a glass disinterestedly and didn't seem the least bit phased when Kenji walked in during closed hours. 

“Keiko, I have a new girl for you,” he said. “Make her feel at home, okay? She had a big debt to pay off.”

Keiko raised an eyebrow and sighed.

“What type is she?” Speaking as if I wasn't standing two feet from her.

“Bubbly, outgoing, very deredere.” 

Deredere, that was the energetic and bubbly archetype, right? Keiko finally turned her attention to me, looking me up and down and raising her eyebrow higher.

“She doesn't look very bubbly to me.” She said, after taking in my sour expression.

“Trust me, it’ll kick in when the time is right. Get her rested up and ready to work tonight.” Kenji ordered. “Now, I have had quite the night, I leave Momoko in your capable hands.”

“Momoko. Cute.” She sneered.

Keiko’s unfriendly face almost made me miss Kenji’s shark smile. She put down the glass with a huff and motioned with one sharp fingernail for me to follow her to the back of the club. 

“I don't know what you did, or who you used to be, but this is your life now, understand?”

She spoke fast, the words left her lips like bullets and even now that my brain was rewired to think in Japanese, I had trouble following. “I don’t care about your old life. I don't care about your debt. I don’t care about any of it. All I care about is that you do your job and don’t make my life harder.”

She turned and fixed me with a stare so cold I felt frozen to the spot. Her lips quirked at the edge, threatening to form a smile for the first time. Something told me Keiko wasn't somebody I wanted to cross.

“Understand?”

“Y-yes, ma’am!”

This time, she did smile. 

“Good.” 

She led me out the back and down a thin corridor that opened up into what looked like a mix between a bunk house and a dressing room. One wall was lined with makeup tables, the other a long rack of clothing options and several sets of drawers, presumably to hold shoes and accessories. A curtain covered the other half, which Keiko pulled back to reveal several beds, each separated by their own curtain like in a hospital. Thankfully, it was a bit more homey than a hospital. We passed a few sleeping women until we reached an empty cubicle, containing a made bed and a box. 

“This will be your home from now on, for your sake, I hope you don’t snore. The girls don’t take kindly to snoring.”

“I don’t think I do…You don’t sleep here?”

Keiko gave me a smug huff and straightened her back a little.

“I’m Kenji’s favourite, I have earned my own private quarters. He even visits me from time to time.”

I wondered if Keiko had started off like me, if she’d been a man before, but decided it couldn’t be true. She was too much of a priss. The way she practically glowed with pride talking about how she’d sleep with Kenji made me want to gag. It also filled my mind with images of Kenji and myself that made me wet between my legs. I tried hard to ignore that. I was getting turned on so easily now, though that it was getting hard to ignore. My panties were starting to get sticky. 

“Sleep. You must be up at 3 pm to prepare for a 5 pm open.” Keiko ordered before turning on her heels and walking away.

My mouth opened and closed, and a dozen questions I didn't get the chance to ask were frozen at the back of my throat. The curtain fell back in place, and I was alone. Letting out yet another defeated sigh, I fell down onto the bed. My eyes were burning with exhaustion, and the quiet sounds of breathing all around me were oddly melodic. I kicked off the tight shorts and curled up under the blanket for comfort more than anything. My thoughts were racing fast enough that I thought sleep would be impossible, yet somehow, my eyes slipped closed, and I dropped into a thankfully dreamless sleep.

~

“Should we wake her?”

“Nah, look at them hips, I don’t want to fight for customers.”

“Yuki…she’s going to get on the floor regardless.”

“I’m just saying if her make up is smudged, maybe I won’t have such a hard time.”

“Then men fall over you.”

“And with that ass on display half of them won’t.”

“I still think one of us should wake her…”

“You just did.” I groaned, rolling over.

For a moment, my own voice surprised me, as did the fact that I was speaking Japanese without thinking, but then the memories of last night flooded back to me, and I groaned for an entirely different reason. 

“Better hope she sounds better than that when she moans for the men…”

“Yuki!”

I opened my eyes to see two young Japanese women standing over my bed. One had short spiky hair and a pair of sparkling silver studs in her ears. Her face was immaculately made up, with winged eyeliner, glossy purple lipstick and a matching two piece black outfit that would look right at home in a chic Tokyo nightclub. She stared at me, dark eyes totally unreadable, while the other woman’s were wide and innocent. Her hair was long and dark brown and she had on a simple white dress that almost made her look too innocent to be in a place like that. Immediately, the pair of them conjured up the image of an angel and demon hovering over my shoulders. 

“Oh, you’re awake, sorry!” 

The short haired one rolled her eyes.

“Fumio, you were the one arguing to wake her in the first place.”

“Oh yeah…” She blushed before holding out a hand to help me out of bed. “Still, that was probably a bit of a rude awakening. I’m Fumio, this ray of sunshine here is Yuki.”

“I’m…Momoko.”

“Hesitating, not used to the new name yet, huh?” Said Yuki, as she examined her nails. She didn't sound the least bit sympathetic. “Guessing you were a guy once then, sucks to be you I guess. I’d hesitate to introduce myself too if I was named something so cutesy.”

I screwed up my nose.

“Your name literally means snow.”

“Yeah?” She fixed me with a harsh look. “And how many people die because of the cold? More than peaches kill, I’d wager.”

“Yuki, please,” Fumio begged. “Momoko just got here, she’s probably scared. We should be nice.”

“Nobody was nice to us when we got here. It’s a dog eat dog world, she needs to get used to it.” Yuki turned to go but stopped before glancing back over her shoulder. “Oh, and if you think you can work off that debt quickly, think again. I work my ass off here and I am still only half way. You slow me or Fumio down, you’re gonna get it.”

Fumio winced as her friend walked away and fixed me with an apologetic smile.

“Yuki isn't always so…okay, she is. But she is a really good person; once you get to know her, I promise.” 

“Well, sorry if I don't take ya word for it.” I ran my fingers through my long dark hair. “What time is it? I was told we had to be ready to work at five.”

“Four-thirty.” Fumio winced. “Don’t worry, I will help you get ready!”

Still groggy from sleep, I was helplessly dragged out of my makeshift bedroom and into the main area. Women sat at the various dressing tables, styling their hair, applying makeup and haggling over outfits. A strange excitement seemed to take over me, my feet itched to move, and I found myself bouncing on my toes. A smile I didn't want to feel spread across my face as I looked over all the clothes, imagining them on my new body. 

“There’s a smile!” Fumio beamed. “Oh, you’re so pretty.”

“I know, right?” I quipped, flushing with embarrassment as my brain caught up to my words. 

“Good to see you’re confident, that’ll serve you well, even if your looks don’t.”

The cold voice sent a shiver down my spine as Keiko stepped into the room, clipboard in hand. She looked me up and down once more and looked unimpressed. I felt suddenly aware of my lack of pants and messy hair, especially surrounded by so many gorgeous, glammed-up women. 

“I see you overslept. That doesn't bode well for you.” She said sternly.

“I-”

“I don't care for excuses. Get dressed. You’re on the floor tonight.”

“Doing what, exactly?” I asked, cold fear squeezing my heart. 

The girls all around me giggled and Yuki shook her head in disbelief, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like ‘idiot’ under her breath. Keiko tapped her sharp fingernails against the clipboard in irritation.

“Hostessing, of course. The more money men pay to spend time with you, the better off you’ll be.”

A weight lifted off my shoulders.

“So, I’m not going to be…I don't have to sleep with any of them?”

Again, the girls all giggled, and that fear came creeping back.

“Nobody will force you to sleep with anybody, of course not,” Keiko said with a knowing smile. “Of course…men do pay more to spend quality time with their favourites, and nobody is going to request you more than once if they think you’re a tease.”

“So by all means, go ahead, fresh meat.” Yuki taunted, but only Fumio looked sympathetic. 

Keiko went about the room, helping girls adjust their wardrobes and giving them various lists for the night. I spied one for Yuki with a long list of male names, she smirked at me one last time before turning her attention to her already perfect hair. 

“Here,” Fumio said gently. “Let me help you with your hair.”

Feeling adrift, I sat myself down at one of the dressing tables and stared at my reflection in the mirror: the olive skin, the dark, monolid eyes, the jet-black hair. I still couldn't believe this was me now. I could see my breasts through the hanging neckline of the crumpled sweater I’d slept in, and I couldn’t help but stare at them in morbid curiosity. At some point, Keiko placed a new outfit in front of me to dress in and Fumio put my hair in two high pigtails that somehow managed to look good with the face full of playful pink makeup. 

“Oh, this outfit is cute!” She smiled. “And not too revealing for your first night, it seems Keiko does have some sympathy in that cold, dead heart of hers.”

“She’s not nice deep down like Yuki?” I asked in mock disbelief and Fumio giggled and she leaned in and whispered:

“Ice all the way down.”

A giggle burst from my lips, girlish and light. It felt so at odds with how I was feeling. I looked over at the outfit that had been picked for me. Another off the shoulder sweater, this time in soft pink, with a matching leather skirt decorated with silver chains. A matching set of gingham panties and bra sat beneath them, and the cut of the neckline meant one cup of the bra would almost always be on display. At least I’d have a bra though. 

“I don’t know how to be a hostess.” I admitted to Fumio as she showed me how to apply eyeliner. “And I need to pay off my debt, and get out of here.”

“Yuki and I are in the same boat. I don't look it but I used to be…well, less girly let’s put it that way.”

The fact that both Yuki and Fumio used to be guys as well actually made me feel a bit better. I wanted to ask what their names were, but they probably couldn't tell me, just like I couldn't tell them mine. 

“It’s not all bad, though.” She continued. “Hostessing is actually pretty fun! Way more fun than being a brickie.”

“A what?”

“Oh, sorry, Aussie slang, a builder.”

The image of a swarthy, well muscled day labourer suddenly filled my mind, with the orange vest replaced with Fumio’s sweet white dress. The image made me double over in loud, obnoxious laughter that I couldn't reign in, no matter how I tried. 

“I know, hard to believe a cutie like me was once a fella.”

“No, I can imagine, that’s what’s so funny!”

Fumio blushed deeply.

“Yuki and I were backpacking, doing a gap year, and well, one day Kenji invited us for a beer and the next thing we knew…”

“This.”

“Yeah.”

A sharp clap made us jump as Keiko gathered everybody’s attention.

“Opening time, out you go! Girls with appointments get first choice of spot.”

Yuki rushed out, as did several others, including Fumio. Instantly, the idea of stepping out into that bar felt all the more daunting on my own. The other women without appointments looked nervous and hungry as they walked past. Clearly eager to grab the first free men who walked in. I wished I could share their enthusiasm.  

Spending my night flirting with a bunch of men was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. And yet, I was once again compelled forward. The idea of being fawned over and admired by men simultaneously disgusted and delighted me. I didn’t want to like it, but I did and as I finally emerged and saw the doors open a thrill ran down my spine. The earrings seemed to heat slightly in my lobes; sending a strange, impossible to ignore urge through me. My body acted on its own, speeding me forward with a skip and a jump to the first young man I laid eyes on. 

He was young, fresh cheeked and looked slightly nervous to be visiting this sort of place. Before he could get away, I grabbed both his hands in mine and beamed.

“Hiya!”

Oh God, I wanted to melt into a puddle and die of humiliation; instead, I squeezed his hands in mine and subtly pulled him closer. 

“Nice to meetcha, I’m Momoko. Wanna get a drink?”

It was like being a passenger in my own body, I just couldn't help myself. Especially not when I saw the way the man’s eye dipped to my cleavage. Oh fuck, he was checking me out, that made me so turned on. Yuki walked past me, arm in arm, with a man wearing a suit that would probably cover my entire debt. She sneered.

“Guess that whole nervous thing was just an act for sympathy.”

I wanted to scream that, no, this giggly, bubbly persona was the act, but instead, I just smiled. I couldn’t risk offending my first ever client! Conflicting thoughts made me dizzy as I led my new charge down into one of the booths. He seemed slightly nervous, and that actually put me at ease; at least he wasn't sure what to expect. We were in the same boat as far as that was concerned. 

“So, come here often?” I asked, placing my chin on the back of my hands and leaning against the table. I could feel hot air on my chest as the front of my sweater fell open, and a blush spread across my breasts. What was I doing? Why couldn’t I stop these damn impulses?

“Um, no, this is my first time.” The man said after a moment, he swallowed and cleared his throat. 

“Me too!”

“What, really?”

“Yeah, this is my first ever shift! The Gods must be watching, bringing us together like this!”

“You’re so confident, I never would have guessed it was your first time. Why did you decide to become a hostess?”

For a second, I felt hope flare in my chest, maybe this guy could help me! If I told him what happened, maybe he could advocate for me with the police and they would actually believe me! He wouldn't want to flirt with me either, once he knew I was really a guy. Then these confusing, flirty feelings I was failing to squash down would also go away: two birds, one stone. My lips parted, and I fully intended to tell him the truth, but instead, what came out was:

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m cute, and I just love talking to people. Especially boys, oopsie, I mean men.”

Did I just say ‘oopsie’? It sounded even more juvenile with a Japanese accent. The earrings that compelled me to conform to my new personality burned in my ears. It was no hope, I was totally under their control. No, actually, I wasn’t. That made things even worse. I wasn't truly a passenger in my own body, I could stop flirting any time I wanted, I just didn't want to. The fact that Kenji was making me like debasing myself only made things worse. I almost wished I had no choice. 

“I’m Jiro, by the way.” The man smiled, and butterflies danced in my stomach as his hand crept up my leg.

Heat bloomed between my legs, and I felt a need to lean in close so that his fingers could creep higher, but I resisted. It felt wrong, but I knew I had to. Debt or no debt, I couldn’t let Kenji turn me into a whore. At least not on the first night. I sat with Jiro and tried to keep the conversation and myself under control. I tried to keep things light, talking about J-dramas and anime, but Jiro didn’t watch much.

“I gave most of that up in high school.” He said proudly. “I know I’m young, but you can take me seriously. I’m a businessman, after all. Low level for now but I’m already climbing the ladder.”

I felt a pang of disappointment, similar to my previous bar trips. After everything I’d been through in the last twenty-four hours, couldn’t the universe throw me a bone. It was starting to feel like the only person who wanted to talk about my interests was Kenji, and only so he could trick me into this new life! 

Jiro drank beer after beer, becoming bolder and more handsy with each drop of alcohol. His hand continued to creep up my thigh and it felt so good I couldn't bring myself to ask him to stop. Across the room, I watched as one girl stood up, fingers interlaced with a gentleman twice her age. She giggled and batted her eyelids as they stepped outside.

“There is a hotel across the street that charges by the hour,” Jiro said boldly after his fifth beer. “I still have enough here for a room or a dozen more drinks. But I think you know what I’d rather spend it on.

His hand finally moved all the way up to press between my legs. My pants kept his fingers from finding skin, but even that was enough to elicit a quiet gasp of pleasure from me. My pussy throbbed, and blood rushed in my ears. I was so painfully turned on. That one teasing touch already felt so good; how much better would skin on skin feel? I wanted to know; I wanted to lose my female virginity, but I also knew I couldn’t give in to those feelings. It took more self-control than I ever wanted to admit to force myself to pull his hand away. 

“But we’re having such a good conversation!” I tried, forcing myself to smile despite Jiro’s obvious disappointment. 

We talked a little longer before he finally left, probably to search out one of Roppongi’s more obvious prostitutes. I swallowed, watching as Keiko noted something down in her register. I stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, watching as the doors closed behind Jiro and breathed a sigh of relief. What I needed was a few moments to gather my self-control before-

“This is Momoko. I am sure she can show you all a good time.”

Keiko was suddenly in front of me, clipboard in hand, taking some sort of cover fee from three men in casual clothes. They grinned at me, eyes searching over my body, and I felt an urge to step closer. 

“Three men at once, oh Keiko, I don't know…”I pouted, hating the way my lips puckered as I pressed a finger to them. 

“That booth over there is free. I’ll bring us a round of drinks,” one of the men said with a wide smile.

I forced my mouth closed and turned to lead them there, only to gasp as a hand slapped my ass. I should have been horrified, but instead, I moaned a little and giggled playfully, winking over my shoulder at the perpetrator before leading him to the table. We sat shoulder to shoulder, the third man constantly reaching across the table to get closer. I felt trapped by the heat of their bodies rubbing against mine and hyper aware of every new curve and sensitive place I now possessed. My nipples were hard in the cups of my new bra, my panties soaked, and I could feel the delicate curve of my ass sinking into the plush seats. 

Worst of all, I couldn’t help but flirt back with them. I laughed at their jokes, poured drinks and leaned in close when they did. Each act sent a bolt of pleasure right through me. The hot air of the club felt stifling. I wanted nothing more than to strip off all my clothes and let them go to town on me right there at the table. The compulsion was downright embarrassing, but at least I was able to reign it in. 

When one of them invited me back to their car though, I almost broke. My whole body was a live wire, but somehow, I held fast. The night passed in a horny blur, men, conversation, and drinks I didn’t partake in for fear of what the alcohol would make me do. When the club finally closed in the early hours of the morning I felt like I’d run a marathon. My panties were sticky and my hole was burning with need. 

Keiko lined us all up and slowly wrote out a slip, handing it to each girl in turn with our earnings for the night. When she handed me mine, she smirked and I gaped like goldfish.

“T-this can’t be right. This is basically nothing!”

“Well, you didn’t earn a lot for just chatting all night, then there is your room and board to consider. Clothing hire, makeup, accessories…”

I looked at the deductions that dwindled my pay down to almost nothing. At this rate, it would take years to pay that tab!

“Oh, and interest,” Keiko added.

I groaned in frustration and squeezed my legs together. I was too tired and horny to complain. Not that it would help me now, anyway. Most of the girls returned to our room, but I ran straight for the bathroom and locked the door. A night’s worth of teasing had taken its toll, and I didn't hesitate to lower my jeans and peel the wet panties away from my new pussy. 

I’d wanted to savour this moment, every guy had wondered what it was like on the other side of the fence to some degree. I was too horny to care now, though, I plunged a finger between my folds and pressed against the burning bud that was my clit. Pleasure exploded from the touch, and my legs began to tremble as I leaned back and braced myself against the door. A few quick strokes was all it took to make me cum and try as I might, I couldn’t keep back the wail of pleasure. 

The intensity left me panting, and my cheeks flushed as muffled giggles echoed from the other side of the door. There went any chance of me getting respect from my new coworkers. A fist banged on the door, and I hastily pulled up my panties, flinching at the cold moisture against my folds as I unlocked the door. 

“You’d be better off doing that with a fella,” Yuki said harshly before barging in. “If you’re gonna get off, do it with a guy; he’ll pay Keiko more, and you might actually stand a chance of earning off your debt.”

I felt my temper start to flare. The last thing I needed after all I had endured was this bitch telling me to give in to my impulses and whore it up. 

“Like you have?”

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here.”

“Sure doesn’t sound like it.”

“Well, I am.” 

She huffed.

“Look, sex is great as a woman, alright? It feels good. I like it, and you will too. If you don’t let yourself enjoy this job, you’ll be miserable and be here forever.”

She looked away, and for a brief moment, under all that hostility, I glimpsed what might be the good person Fumio had mentioned Yuki was deep down. She had been through the exact same ordeal I had, maybe this was her way of trying to be ‘nice’. 

“Sorry,” I sighed. “It’s been a long night.”

“You’re in for a lot of those, honey. Get used to it.”

The words were rough, but somehow, they didn’t have any sting. I smiled and for a second, Yuki did too before her face hardened, and she rolled her eyes.

“So, are you going to leave now?”

“Leave?”

“This is the bathroom, idiot. Unless you get off on-”

“Oh God! No, s-sorry!”

I swore I could hear her laughing as I closed the door behind me.