[TG/RC] Dimensions of Desire: Japanese Party Girl

Commissioned by Anonymous

This story is part of the Dimensions of Desire Series, the other stories can be found here in the Directory

Paizleigh enjoys blowing off steam as a Japanese college student who lives a double life as a party girl on the seedy streets of Tokyo.

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Paizleigh watched the clock with excitement. After weeks as a dark skinned stripper she and Mollie had decided to try something altogether different. She sat at a desk overlooking a college courtyard; below young people walked to and fro, excited smiles on their faces as they got ready for a Friday night out. It reminded her vaguely of her own college years back when she was a man who’s name she couldn’t currently remember. It had been similar to this; stressful, with high expectations on her shoulders but in this reality things were different.

By day, she was Paizleigh, a Tokyo native at university working hard to earn her degree but by night she was able to show a whole new side of herself to the world. As the clock ticked over to eight o’clock she closed the text book and smiled; it was time for her transformation to begin.

She leapt from her chair and began stripping off the sensible knee length skirt and blouse in front of the mirror to admire this new form. It was a departure from her usual fare that was to be sure; a waifish, elven figure with dark olive skin and long black hair that fell in a straight sheet behind her. It was long enough to brush against her pert, cute ass. The only thing she had been unable to give up was her ample chest. It clashed a little against her smaller figure, having such huge tits but Paizleigh loved them. She loved that they made her a little top heavy, especially after spending so long with a bubble butt in the strip club.

Paizleigh batted her long, dark lashes and smiled. Unlike the other realities and bodies she had tried, this one was not overtly trashy; well, perhaps the huge tits but they were natural. Nobody could say it was her fault for being born with an ample chest. It had been Mollie’s idea, to have a life that had all the risk and thrill of a double life without any actual risk to her reputation in the real world.

In this reality she was Paizleigh Sakamoto, a dutiful, demure Japanese woman studying at university. What most people on campus didn't know is that she moonlighted as a wild party girl on the streets of Roppongi, Tokyo’s biggest nightclub district.

Eagerly she placed away the frumpy clothes and reached beneath her bed, revealing a secret stash of naughty, scandalous outfits. She picked up a short black dress, holding it up against her body to see how it looked. It hugged her curves in all the right places but it was so...ordinary. The Little black dress was a stereotype for a reason, yeah it looked good for every occasion but she wouldn't stand out that was for sure.

Next, a pair of leather pants with a bright red top, but the outfit felt too edgy and she had worn it twice already. She took her time picking through them; she had worn so many already she wanted something fresh.

Finally, a flash of something sparkly caught her eye. It was a mini dress, or rather it was two pieces of shimmery fabric held together at the sides by silver rings. The rings would mean her sides were on display at all times, which meant she would be forced to go commando or ruin the look by having a bra strap or bit of pantie in plain view. If anything, that was an incentive.

With glee she kicked off her panties and unhooked her bra before sliding herself into the dress. It was tight, especially around her heavy breasts but she made do. The metal rings instantly warmed thanks to her body heat and she delighted in twisting and turning before the mirror, admitting the sparkling, dark purple fabric from all sides.

Some heavy makeup and two large hoop earrings later she was ready, slipping into her favourite dark heels before grabbing the large black oversized coat she used to sneak off campus. As she walked along she kept her head down; not that anybody would recognise her with these red lips and smoky eyes. Still the idea that they might, that her good girl reputation might be ruined forever sent a thrill through her in a way it never could have back in the real world.

The train trip was quick and she quickly stashed the coat behind a dumpster by the bus stop. Once or twice it had been stolen but that didn't matter, she could always buy a new one. With a deep, relieved sigh, Paizeligh stepped out onto the streets of Roppongi and basked in the neon lights of a club street. Every building had a different experience; bars, nightclubs, dives, even strip clubs. She had frequented many in her time but her favourite was just ahead.

She popped the few coins she could carry on her into a vending machine and grabbed out the pack of cigarettes. Taking a deep drag and letting the smoke billow out her nose. She never smoked during the week, or on campus. The deprivation always made that first puff all the sweeter when she took to the streets.

Paizleigh worked her way through two cigarettes waiting in line outside the club and stamped out the stubs on the ground when she finally reached the front of the line. The bouncer was a tall Japanese man with slicked back hair. He lowered his sunglasses and looked her up and down. Paizeleigh just smiled and put her hands together behind her back, forcing her chest out. The man licked his lips and he nodded her inside without a cover charge; as usual.

Inside the music was loud enough that she could feel the vibrations under her skin. Paizleigh scanned the room with a keen eye, taking in the neon lights, thumping bass, and the sea of dancers moving to the beat. It felt good to be home. Despite the chaos around her, she remained cool and collected, exuding an air of confidence that drew admiring glances from both men and women.

After considering her options for a moment Paizleigh moved onto the dance floor, where she let loose, gyrating to the music with abandon. Her movements were fluid and hypnotic, and she quickly drew a crowd of onlookers who were mesmerised by her grace and sensuality. Her elven figure moved with grace to the music, while her breasts bounced for all to see. It was quite the show, she knew; she had seen videos pop up online of the mysterious, sexy woman occasionally spotted in clubs at this time.

Seeing those videos was such a thrill; all it would take was one person who knew her at college and her reputation would be ruined. Then again, maybe they had seen it but didn't recognise her. The double life made things so much fun!

Once she had worked up a sweat she decided it was time to take on the bar. Making sure her long, dark hair fell partly over her face she strode towards the tender. He scanned the crowd, looking for the next person to serve when his eyes locked with hers and went wide; bingo. With a small smile she flicked her hair over her shoulder and leaned up against the bar, making sure to rest her tits against the wood so they were raised up. It was hard not to giggle, watching the man struggle to keep his eyes on her face.

“It’s okay,” She said in Japanese, “You can look, I don’t mind.”

“Sorry.” He swallowed, “What’s your name? Can I get you a drink?”

“Paizleigh,” She smiled, though with her thick accent it sounded more like ‘Pe-zu-ri’  “And yes please, vodka on the rocks.”

“That won’t taste very nice.” he warned but she just laughed.

“I don’t drink it for the taste.”

Paizeligh downed her shot with ease, not flinching or coughing at all as the strong alcohol burned her throat. She slammed the glass back down and nodded for a second, enjoying the instant wave of dizziness that washed over her thanks to the alcohol. She drank half of the second shot before stopping to swirl the glass with a wide grin.

“I seem to have forgotten my wallet.” She demurred ‘accidentally’ spilling the remaining shot down onto her chest, making the skin glisten with wetness and she gasped.

“Oopsie!”

The man swallowed again as she giggled; Paizleigh was sure he must have been hard behind that bartop. Others were getting annoyed; he hadn't served anybody else since she stepped up.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house. Vodka is cheap.”

“Want to know a secret?” Paizeligh said, leaning over the bar and squashing her breasts against it to reach the tender’s ear, “So am I.”

She laughed wildly, slipping back and turning into the crowd before he could reply again. The alcohol was already going to her head and she laughed at her own wit as she made her way back to the dance floor; it was time to put on a show.

She made her way to the centre of the floor and began to move. The music coursed through her body, and she felt herself letting go of all the stress and worry from the week. She was tempted to close her eyes but resisted. She wanted to see everybody as they turned to admire her body and skill.

As she danced, she became more and more aware of the people around her. She could feel their eyes on her, and it only made her dance harder. She spun, her hair flying out around her, and threw her hands up in the air. She could feel the heat of the lights on her skin, and it only made her feel more alive.

Paizleigh let her hips sway, her body undulating with the music. Her breasts jiggled and moved of their own accord, trying to keep up with her as she moved from side to side. She knew she looked good, and she loved the feeling of eyes on her, admiring her dance moves. Slowly she shifted, dancing dirtier and dirtier.

She thrust her hips so that her but and crotch bumped into people ‘accidentally’. She let drinks spill on her skin, mixing with the sweat and making her sticky. Once or twice she felt her nipple slip out of the dress and she left it there for people to notice before making a big scene of stuffing it back inside.

As the song came to a close, she threw her head back and let out a whoop of joy. She felt free and unburdened, and she knew that this was exactly where she belonged - on the dance floor, showing off and enjoying herself. Others joined her, men and women, whooping and yelling out the lyrics to the music; it seemed to grow louder or perhaps it was the alcohol in her system.

She felt two firm hands grip her small ass and she turned to see a shocked looking man who’d clearly assumed she was too drunk to notice his touch. Paizleigh grinned, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing their chests together.

“You could have just asked,” She yelled over the beat, “But who am I kidding, I love a man who takes what he wants.”

The man’s shock turned to arrogance and he shoved her away before grabbing two great handfuls of her breasts. Paizeligh moaned, grabbing his hips and leading him in a dance. He let go and moved with her, their bodies writhing against one another to the point that it was obscene.

Paizeligh could see people giving her the stink eye now; it was one thing to dance like a whore on the floor, it was quite another to act like one. She didn't care though, let them judge, all she cared about was how hot all this attention made her. She let the man get closer and closer, pursing her pretty lips as his mouth lowered to hers. Just as his eyes fluttered close; she slipped back into the crowd.

She giggled, watching the man stumble slightly and look down to find his arms empty before glancing around trying to find her in the sea of people. Fuck, being a tease made her so wet; she had to do it again. And again she did, after a few more free shots courtesy of a second bartender she was back on the floor.

She drew them in like moths to her flame, dancing and showing off her amazing body until somebody took the bait. Paizleigh danced with them, she writhed, she let them feel her up and right as they thought they were about to score, she disappeared. Each time she got wetter and wetter from the thrill, her pussy growing tight as it started to clench from all the teasing.

Part of her was tempted to give in and let one of them take her out the back, pin her to the wall of the alleyway and ravage her but she resisted. This wasn't about gratification, this was about thrill seeking and acting taboo.

As the night went on she let herself get more and more wild. She danced on tables until security came and pulled her off over their shoulders and forced her to move to another club. She shared cigarettes with strangers and mystery pills that made all the neon lights of Roppongi seem impossibly beautiful and bright as they swam in her vision. All the while, keeping herself on the edge; flirting with stranger after stranger

It was just so easy; the attention was like a drug, even more than the pills and alcohol. She loved watching the eyes dilate as they looked at her, the way people were so willing to buy her drinks and treats just for the chance of touching her, a chance she never actually gave them.

As the sun began to rise most people began stumbling home; their energy sapped by alcohol, dancing and various other substances. Not Paizleigh though, she was still wide awake thanks to her own desire. All night it had been building as she enjoyed going completely off the rails; in the end she had been kicked out of no less than four nightclubs, a new record.

She walked the streets of Roppongi, back towards the place where she had hidden her coat; it was time for one final naughty act. Her pussy was aching after so much teasing and her skin felt so hot that the metal bands on her dress almost seemed to burn. She pressed her soft palms to her chest, feeling her nipples despite the thickness of the fabric; how long had people been able to see her obvious arousal while she partied? A long time she hoped.

She glanced both ways down the alley to make sure she was alone before finally lifting the short hem of her skirt. It was a miracle none of her juices were running down her legs without panties to stop them. As she pressed her finger into the folds they parted easily and she let out a shaky moan.

So many people would have killed to hear that sound tonight; many of them were sure they would. She loved leading them on before chickening out at the last moment; almost as if she was still a virgin who wanted to have sex but couldn’t quite let go of her good girl personality.

She started to stroke quickly, there was no way she wanted to stretch this out even longer, especially not after hours of teasing. She closed her eyes, thrusting the first finger up into her hole and imagining that sex bar tender; was he at home now that his shift was finished, imagining her while he got himself off? What about that first man from the dance floor, or the one after that?

She circled her clit with her thumb as her second finger pressed inside her. Her pussy was so tight in this body, far tighter than any other form she had experimented with. The idea of pressing a third inside was honestly intimidating. Paizleigh already felt so stretched out, her inner walls burning with stimulation but also hunger. She wanted that third finger, she wanted to feel as full as her own digits could make her.

Reluctantly she removed her thumb from where it was pressing against her clit and reoriented her hand, once again checking that the coast was clear before plunging three fingers into herself. She could not stop the breathy gasp that escaped her. The stretch was so sudden and intense her vision went white. She wiggled the tips inside her, massaging them against her G-spot and moaning as wave after wave of sweet ecstasy emanated out from that deep part of her.

Then she started to pump them in and out with more fervour, enjoying the stretch and risk of feeling herself up in public. One hand went to her breasts, pulling down the strapless dress so she could feel her entire breast at once. Her fingers cupped and massaged the soft skin as she breathed shakily. Any second now somebody could walk by and hear her, yet she couldn’t stop moaning. She loved the risk and the fact that she was acting so trashy in public.

Her head began to swim from the mixture of pleasure, drugs and alcohol and her pussy began to pulse and tighten as she neared the edge. The tips of her fingers slamming against her G-spot over and over as her inner walls continued to tighten. She was so close, just a few more pumps; then the sound of footsteps met her ears.

She turned, just in time to see another clubber on their way home, it was a woman, holding her high heels in one hand and staring at her with appalling shock. Paizleigh was too close to the edge to stop though; one hand on her breast, the other thrusting into herself and eyes locked on this woman she came, moaning loudly as her head flung back against the wall.

Her eyes fluttered closed as humiliation turned to pure ecstasy in her body; having an audience made the pleasure all the sweeter.

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