Post by Elena on Nov 28, 2010 18:53:09 GMT -8
No amount of social awkwardness could make him mistake the busy street for any other. The advertisements with widely exposed cleavages and poses that would otherwise be rude were among the more obvious of clues, but for his rationale he knew he was in the red light district because of, well, the red light. It was a faint glow all around, in the streets and the nooks and crannies, inescapable until he'd choose one of the buildings to enter. Perhaps then he'd be swathed in another brightly coloured light. Hopefully not; he worried about his retina.
His exposed thumb traced the writing on the little, plastic card that would hopefully keep him out of trouble. It wasn't against the law. He had double-checked the matter. This would be a safety net, in any case, and if he had the impulse to try drinking while he was at it. It had been a long time since he's had an impulse, but his curiosity was grating on him. For a few years now, the topic had been ingrained in every word anyone spoke. The cruel jokes the superior subjected on the weak, the gossip that females giggled over, and the near obsession and pride among the males only intensified as the grades rolled by.
Sai was going to find out for himself. He had tried the internet, and now it was time to take a more hands-on approach. It was more difficult than he thought it would be, however, as he looked around. His blank expression betrayed none of the jumbled thoughts as he repeated each slogan and catch-phrase he'd pass by. He only had so much money, so what should he do?
“You look lost there, little boy.” A feminine voice, deeper than he was used to, spoke up, and he quickly turned around. She was standing there, with one arm beneath her breasts, holding an empty bottle that otherwise would have been spilling its contents to the floor. Quickly, he evaluated her, and came to the conclusion she was an attractive person. Her chest was rather obvious, but her waist was narrow. Her thighs behind the purple yukata round, maybe even thick, but she was a mature woman. There was a beauty mark above her lip which was distracting, and not in the good way, but otherwise she was symmetrical and fairly proportioned for a curvaceous woman.
He also knew she was a whore.
“It is my first time.” He admitted plainly, smiling. He didn't know how to place her expression. Her eyes were on him, tracing his figure, and he wondered what conclusions she was drawing. She stepped in closer and took his arm, smiling back.
He could smell perfume and smoke on her skin. It was irritating his nose. “Then you need someone more experienced guiding you. Shall I take you to a nice hotel, hmm? Let me take care of you for the night; show you some things.”
She seemed friendly. There was sense in her words and Sai nodded. He did need someone more experienced than himself. Who would be more experienced than a whore? He had to wonder if she was in top health, but looking at her she seemed a rather clean woman. His assessment of her nails was decent; they were filed and lacking in dirt, and when she spoke he could see her teeth were white.
The older woman pulled him, keeping him close, but he didn't mind. She had saved him a lot of trouble. He took advantage of her knowledge around these parts, and let her take him to the hotel of her choice and deal with the procedures of getting a room. She had asked for his opinion when the options were presented up on the screen, each room being one he's never seen before, but he had no preference.
“Whatever you would like.” He responded, and while her mouth twitched for whatever reason, she ended up choosing a room that was very red, and very dark. While she pulled him along the hallways, he stopped in front of a vending machine.
“What is it?” She asked, looking behind, but he only spared her a glance before he started looking through his coin purse. He could hear her, and then felt, as she stepped in beside him.
Sai smiled at her as he slipped in his yen and punched the button. The contents fell and he retrieved them. His companion smirked at him. “You could have asked me; I'm on the pill, you know.”
He was unfazed as she revealed this bit of information. “It is not for you.” He spoke as he held up the package. “It is to protect me from anything you may be carrying.”
Though she looked affronted, her facial features relaxed and she didn't look as bothered by what he said. “I'm perfectly clean, but you're right—you can never be too careful.”
They didn't say much more, and Sai couldn't think of anything to say as they entered their room. The most he said once they were inside was 'is this alright?' and a 'what are you doing?' when she was tying the rope around his wrists.
“It makes it more fun; you'll see.” Said the naked whore as she raked her nails along his exposed arms. Sai felt strange whenever she made contact, and certainly just looking at her was strange, given her state of undress, but it was not unpleasant. She winked at him, her black hair falling loose out of her bun and into her face as she ducked her her head and went to work on his pants. Being undressed was also strange, but that was not what he reacted to. Instead, his eyebrows shot up and he peered down inquiringly when she let out a gasp and an 'Oh!'.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, and she chuckled lowly in response.
“It is, just... In all the time I've been doing this I have yet to see a man so well endowed, and to think it's from a cute little virgin like you.” That smile of hers seemed too sweet, out of place with the glint in her eyes, and he couldn't be sure if it was a good or bad thing.
As she slid off the last of his clothes, he had to ask, “Is it a problem?”
She snorted. “Problem? Most guys would be envying and most girls would only dream to have a boyfriend with a tool like this. Now, let's see if I can wipe that cool expression off your face and give you something you can enjoy...”
That felt a little strange—his eyes shot open and he looked up at the ceiling with brows drawn together.
Oh.
...Oh.
This was nothing like what he expected, but he couldn't deny that it felt rather good.
“There we go; some life in that expression of yours. Heh, but we're just beginning...”
Very, very good...
Later...
This was not good.
He tested his restraints again, only succeeding in getting more rope burn. At least he was covered up by the blanket, but he had never been concerned about his modesty, especially now that he had been showered with praise for a part of him he didn't think mattered that much; but as a whore (now dubbed the a thieving whore) had demonstrated, did.
He may have been 'impressive', but he was not impressed with himself that out of all the caution he had, he didn't consider that being tied up and having a wallet full of a considerable amount of money could equal to to getting robbed. She took his wallet and his virginity, and he didn't even know her name.
Hotel personnel had to arrive some time to clean up, right?
For all the trouble that hag put him through, she did teach him something about himself and other guys.
“Are you upset because your girlfriend found out that you have a small penis?”
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?”
Size does matter.
His exposed thumb traced the writing on the little, plastic card that would hopefully keep him out of trouble. It wasn't against the law. He had double-checked the matter. This would be a safety net, in any case, and if he had the impulse to try drinking while he was at it. It had been a long time since he's had an impulse, but his curiosity was grating on him. For a few years now, the topic had been ingrained in every word anyone spoke. The cruel jokes the superior subjected on the weak, the gossip that females giggled over, and the near obsession and pride among the males only intensified as the grades rolled by.
Sai was going to find out for himself. He had tried the internet, and now it was time to take a more hands-on approach. It was more difficult than he thought it would be, however, as he looked around. His blank expression betrayed none of the jumbled thoughts as he repeated each slogan and catch-phrase he'd pass by. He only had so much money, so what should he do?
“You look lost there, little boy.” A feminine voice, deeper than he was used to, spoke up, and he quickly turned around. She was standing there, with one arm beneath her breasts, holding an empty bottle that otherwise would have been spilling its contents to the floor. Quickly, he evaluated her, and came to the conclusion she was an attractive person. Her chest was rather obvious, but her waist was narrow. Her thighs behind the purple yukata round, maybe even thick, but she was a mature woman. There was a beauty mark above her lip which was distracting, and not in the good way, but otherwise she was symmetrical and fairly proportioned for a curvaceous woman.
He also knew she was a whore.
“It is my first time.” He admitted plainly, smiling. He didn't know how to place her expression. Her eyes were on him, tracing his figure, and he wondered what conclusions she was drawing. She stepped in closer and took his arm, smiling back.
He could smell perfume and smoke on her skin. It was irritating his nose. “Then you need someone more experienced guiding you. Shall I take you to a nice hotel, hmm? Let me take care of you for the night; show you some things.”
She seemed friendly. There was sense in her words and Sai nodded. He did need someone more experienced than himself. Who would be more experienced than a whore? He had to wonder if she was in top health, but looking at her she seemed a rather clean woman. His assessment of her nails was decent; they were filed and lacking in dirt, and when she spoke he could see her teeth were white.
The older woman pulled him, keeping him close, but he didn't mind. She had saved him a lot of trouble. He took advantage of her knowledge around these parts, and let her take him to the hotel of her choice and deal with the procedures of getting a room. She had asked for his opinion when the options were presented up on the screen, each room being one he's never seen before, but he had no preference.
“Whatever you would like.” He responded, and while her mouth twitched for whatever reason, she ended up choosing a room that was very red, and very dark. While she pulled him along the hallways, he stopped in front of a vending machine.
“What is it?” She asked, looking behind, but he only spared her a glance before he started looking through his coin purse. He could hear her, and then felt, as she stepped in beside him.
Sai smiled at her as he slipped in his yen and punched the button. The contents fell and he retrieved them. His companion smirked at him. “You could have asked me; I'm on the pill, you know.”
He was unfazed as she revealed this bit of information. “It is not for you.” He spoke as he held up the package. “It is to protect me from anything you may be carrying.”
Though she looked affronted, her facial features relaxed and she didn't look as bothered by what he said. “I'm perfectly clean, but you're right—you can never be too careful.”
They didn't say much more, and Sai couldn't think of anything to say as they entered their room. The most he said once they were inside was 'is this alright?' and a 'what are you doing?' when she was tying the rope around his wrists.
“It makes it more fun; you'll see.” Said the naked whore as she raked her nails along his exposed arms. Sai felt strange whenever she made contact, and certainly just looking at her was strange, given her state of undress, but it was not unpleasant. She winked at him, her black hair falling loose out of her bun and into her face as she ducked her her head and went to work on his pants. Being undressed was also strange, but that was not what he reacted to. Instead, his eyebrows shot up and he peered down inquiringly when she let out a gasp and an 'Oh!'.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, and she chuckled lowly in response.
“It is, just... In all the time I've been doing this I have yet to see a man so well endowed, and to think it's from a cute little virgin like you.” That smile of hers seemed too sweet, out of place with the glint in her eyes, and he couldn't be sure if it was a good or bad thing.
As she slid off the last of his clothes, he had to ask, “Is it a problem?”
She snorted. “Problem? Most guys would be envying and most girls would only dream to have a boyfriend with a tool like this. Now, let's see if I can wipe that cool expression off your face and give you something you can enjoy...”
That felt a little strange—his eyes shot open and he looked up at the ceiling with brows drawn together.
Oh.
...Oh.
This was nothing like what he expected, but he couldn't deny that it felt rather good.
“There we go; some life in that expression of yours. Heh, but we're just beginning...”
Very, very good...
Later...
This was not good.
He tested his restraints again, only succeeding in getting more rope burn. At least he was covered up by the blanket, but he had never been concerned about his modesty, especially now that he had been showered with praise for a part of him he didn't think mattered that much; but as a whore (now dubbed the a thieving whore) had demonstrated, did.
He may have been 'impressive', but he was not impressed with himself that out of all the caution he had, he didn't consider that being tied up and having a wallet full of a considerable amount of money could equal to to getting robbed. She took his wallet and his virginity, and he didn't even know her name.
Hotel personnel had to arrive some time to clean up, right?
For all the trouble that hag put him through, she did teach him something about himself and other guys.
“Are you upset because your girlfriend found out that you have a small penis?”
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?”
Size does matter.