“It’ll be over soon, so please stick it out,” Madam whispered as she lubed up my pussy. “They descend on the shop like this, but once they get what they want, they should be satisfied and leave. I’ll give you paid time off, so please hang on just a little longer.”
I whined like a dog as she shoved luvya grass up inside me.
This sort of thing isn’t even uncommon in this world. It could happen anytime.
I had decided I would make my living as a sex worker, so dealing with perverts like this is no big deal.
“Hey, bitch. Can’t you beg?”
Coming right up, asshole.
“I-I want your cock, sir—woof-woof.”
“You can do better than that.”
“I want your dark, hard cock right now—woof-woof.”
“More.”
“I want you to punish this dumb bitch with your magnificent, powerful, darkly gleaming cock—woof-woof!”
“Ah-ha-ha! This dog is seriously messed up in the head.”
Even the other customers laughed, and I just zoned out, half mad, half embarrassed.
Everyone was watching me, and I was a laughingstock, about to be raped, but I just didn’t care anymore.
Ahh, am I turning stupid?
“I...I’ll pay 80 rubers!”
That’s when someone pounded a table.
Sumo was standing there, blushing furiously.
“Eighty rubers. I’m paying more than your 70. I’m...buying Haru.”
At the end, he hung his head weakly, but he was buying me for the first time.
“Huh? What’re you talkin’ about, Fatty?”
“The young master bought this girl. You go make do with another one.”
Frightened by the threat, Sumo nonetheless shouted, “There should still be time! In this shop, you’re allowed to steal a girl until she’s taken upstairs. The second floor is where the rooms for making love are. Haru doesn’t belong to you yet.”
Sumo was right. I was the one who had explained it to him.
“I win because I put up more money than you. I’m buying Haru!”
Sumo’s hands and knees were both shaking. The rich jerk laughed at him and, exchanging glances with his posse, stacked 100 rubers on the table.
“Now are you happy? Get outta here, Fatt—”
“One hundred fifty!”
More money came out of Sumo’s surprisingly thick wallet.
Rich Jerk raised an eyebrow and made his pile into 200. But Sumo just pounded the table again with 300.
“I’ll pay a th-thousand, or even two! I’m buying Haru. You can’t mistreat her anymore!” Sumo screamed, breathing roughly and in tears, his whole face bright red.
The shop had gone silent, so I could hear when one of the posse dudes leaned in to whisper in Rich Jerk’s ear, “Young Master, this chubster’s the son of the owner of Jay’s Cafe on South Street. That’s the food services guild master, so please don’t pick a fight with this guy.”
Rich Jerk clicked his tongue—“This is ridiculous”—and put away his cock. “Three hundred for one dog? Are you crazy? Well, pigs and dogs go together. Have fun, chef,” he spat, bumping into Sumo’s shoulder on his way out. Once he was gone, the other customers started bad-mouthing him as if to patch things up, Lupe and the others wrapped me in a blanket and comforted me, and Sumo sheepishly held up his beett mug to all the people who wanted to give him cheers.
“This is my room. It’s your first time here, huh?”
The room we take our customers to is the same room we always sleep in. I don’t have much stuff, but with Sumo inside, it suddenly felt cramped.
I think he actually waited, standing there stiffly, the whole time I was taking my shower.
“You can sit there.”
When I had him sit on the bed, it made a horrendous squeaking racket.
There goes my mattress. I wonder if I can get the shop to pay to fix it.
Sumo was too nervous and sweating bullets. His handkerchief could never handle it, so I lent him a bath towel.
After what happened, he had tried to take back the 300 and pull out—“Maybe I won’t do this after all”—but Madam took it and told him, “Rules are rules.”
He seemed to regret buying me on the spur of the moment and kept apologizing. Since he liked me in a pure way, he must have had some resistance to the idea of paying money for me.
Sure, but I’m still a sex worker, dude. Virgins are such weird creatures.
Tonight, though, I would have him cast off his virginity. That’s what I decided.
“You really don’t like this sort of thing?”
I sat down next to him and he shook his head without even looking at me, then cocked it.
What’s that supposed to mean?
“...You might not like it, but...” I stood up and took his face in my hands. He got scorching-hot and trembled nervously. I caressed those pitiable cheeks and looked him in the eye. “...tonight I want you to make love to me, Sumo.”
I kissed him on the lips.
Usually that would cost extra, but I had been thinking that if he ever bought me I would give him a freebie like this.
Well, considering we took 300, he still comes out with a major loss, but anyway.
I felt more like I was going to be buried alive in his chin and nose than like I was kissing him. When it was over, he burst into tears.
“Huh? S-Sorry. You really don’t like it, huh? I’m seriously sorry!”
“N-No. I’m just...so happy.”
He wiped his tears with the bath towel and told me how happy he was to kiss me.
“Sorry, it’s pretty lame for a man to make a scene like this...” Having sobbed and gotten all snot-faced from a simple kiss, Sumo bowed his head.
It kinda cracked me up.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
I gave him a new towel and wiped his face off.
“You were way too cool back there, so this balances things out.”
Men are really mysterious. Where had he been keeping that courage all this time?
“Sorry,” he apologized again and continued sweating.
When I started stripping, he hurriedly averted his eyes.
“You can look. See? Boobs. It’s your first time seeing my boobs, right?”