I jauntily held out my right hand, and Sumo eyed it nervously. He seemed to want to hold back as he extended his baseball glov— hand; I caught it in both of mine. “Uegh!” he made a strange noise, and I softly caressed that mitt, smiling up at him.
“Nice to meet you, Sumo.”
“U-Uh, my name is Jaysohlbrother...”
“What? Don’t mess with me. Sumo works, doesn’t it? Sumo is perfect for you! C’mon, let me call you Sumo.”
“Uh, all right, I don’t really...”
Sumo’s hand started to get all sweaty. I nonchalantly let go and dried both hands by pretending to wipe off the table.
Then I fixed my hair, propped myself up on my elbows, and looked him in the eyes.
“Ah...”
He nervously looked away.
Give up already, virgin? I am cute, aren’t I?
“Hey, weren’t you watching me this afternoon, too?”
“Err, uh, that was, I mean...y-yes. I’m sorry.”
He was dripping with sweat, and his face was bright red.
I haven’t experienced this in a long time. Pure love. Maybe in junior high? I used to have guys like this confessing their feelings for me.
By the way, this world is so misogynistic that women come practically as a given with drinks, and we sex workers are basically on the dead-last rung of the social ladder. Well, you can think of us as ladies in the nightlife industry.
Of course, some people talk about us like we’re trash, but to virgins we can sometimes seem like the mature women they yearn for.
I swept my hair back and put on a suggestive smile.
Sumo got overwhelmed and hung his head.
Heh-heh. How do you like my adult sex appeal?
“So, how did you find me?”
“I-I saw you eating mangameat at our cafe, and I’d never seen a woman wolf down meat like that, not to mention all alone...”
“Who cares how I was eating, you dummy!”
Really? That’s what caught your eye? You like ’em savage or something?
Then I’m done putting on the sophisticated charm.
“Huh, so your family owns a cafe, then? That big one on the main drag, right? That’s your parents’ place? It was really good!”
“Y-Yes. Thank you.” Sumo smiled and wiped the sweat off his face.
I had gone around with no regard for appearances and eaten a lot of stuff, but that was the place with the thickest cuts of meat. And it was jam-packed with meat-loving guys.
So that’s why the son’s wallet was so fat.
I casually asked questions that amounted to a background check and satisfied myself that he wasn’t lying. He was a chubby rich dude—a delectable customer.
I nonchalantly curled my leg around his.
“Err, uh, umm?”
“So what do you wanna do? Is talking enough? Time’s almost up.”
Talking Time can’t be extended. We’re not a hostess bar. Our policy is to prioritize selling our bodies.
“By the way, I’m 70 rubers a shot—one of the more affordable girls at our shop. But I give my body and soul to serve every customer, so I’m confident my cost-performance is at the highest level. And if you stick with me, I add extra services.”
“Err, uh, umm...”
Lupe told me later that at that moment, I was like an eagle eyeing its prey.
Sumo hastily took his wallet out. But just then, another girl called my name.
“Haru, someone’s asking for you!”
Apparently the guy who’d touched my butt earlier had won a bet with another customer. He was holding up 70 rubers with a sneer.
Sumo clenched his wallet and looked down.
“...You can bid until I go upstairs. If you’ll give me 75, I’ll turn him down.”
But Sumo seemed embarrassed and shook his head. His knees were shaking so badly I felt sorry for him.
“If you want to, you can buy me next.” I gave him a glimpse of my cleavage and whispered in his ear: “I call dibs on your virginity.”
Sumo, red as a plump daruma doll, nodded like a bobble head.
I turned toward the grimy-faced dude with a smile and opened my arms, “Aw, I’m so happy you picked me!”
＊
The instant the door to my room on the second floor was shut, he shoved me down on the bed.
Then he got on top of me and grabbed my dress with both hands.
“I only have two dresses, so if you rip it you have to pay me back.”
The dude laughed at me, grinning. “Oh, my bad.” He let go and sat cross-legged on the bed. “Hurry up and take it off then.”
This guy likes to be rough with women. The first time we did it, I thought he was going to strangle me to death.
But that’s not so rare in this world, or more like, in this line of work. I had underestimated it a bit as a newbie.
“No choking, either. If you wanna do that sort of thing, it’ll be 20 rubers extra. Madam okayed that price, by the way.”
“All right, all right.”
He gave a noncommittal reply while he took off his socks, so I couldn’t tell if he was listening or not. A musky man smell spread throughout the room.
“Show me your ass.”
Oh, and he’s an ass man.
His favorite, Shequraso’s, costs 150 rubers per shot, so when he can’t afford hers, he picks up my green one.
I got up on all fours and stuck my butt out at him. He ogled from my asshole all the way to my lovely pink pussy, then slapped my butt with a heh.
“You got no ass.”
We’re told to put up with it if it’s just slapping. That it’ll get better soon.
Sex workers are tools.
Some guys, like Chiba, make us do all the work, while rough ones do whatever they want. I’d say there are more of the latter kind.
In the other world, I did a similar kind of job. But during my loli years, even if there were weird guys who doted on me, or just used me as a toy, there weren’t any who were so brutal I thought I was going to die. Even my sort of sadistic boyfriend was pretty vanilla when it came to messing around.
In this world, women don’t have much value. I’m infinitely replaceable; you could break me and I’d make change.
“Eep!”
He slapped my butt again. This guy’s foreplay is spanking. Real pros might get wet from just that, but it’s seriously impossible for me. I just wasn’t brought up that way.
“Sir, sorry, I’m gonna yog (lube) up, so wait just a sec.”
“Get wet from the mood, dumb bitch!”
“Sorry, it’ll really hurt if I don’t, so please let me put it on first.”
Still on all fours, I lubed up my pussy. My ass stung.
I stopped him from sticking it in before I inserted the luvya grass and used a little extra just in case.
This guy’s huge cock scares me.
“Here we go!”
As he if wanted to boast about it, he ruthlessly shoved the whole thing in.
I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. When it started to move, I could hardly breathe.
And he was still spanking me. He’d spanked me so much I’d gone numb and couldn’t tell if it hurt or not.
“Ah, nn, nn.” I spaced out, and my own voice began to sound like someone else’s.
Wait a sec, why am I moaning so cutely? It’s like I’m actually getting off or something. Why am I letting this old dude hear my good noises?
He got even more carried away and put his hands on my neck.
“...Choking is 20 rubers...” I managed to remind him.
He smiled and tossed two big coins onto the bed.
Twenty rubers. Don’t splurge just ’cause you won that bet, you fucker!
Unreserved pressure clenched around my neck, and my tongue popped out on its own.
“S-Sto...”
“You set the price! Quit whining and squeeze that pussy!”
The terror and pain of being strangled from behind sent tears rolling down my cheeks. Then his cock got even bigger, or maybe I was tight, but it started to hurt.
Hearing me wheezing, barely able to breathe, he laughed right in my ear. “This is what you get for underestimating men, you dumb bitch. Make sure you don’t die, now!”
He got all the way on top of me and started thrusting like crazy, still wringing my neck.
My head went blank, and I frantically gasped for air.
“That’s right!”
He strangled me incredibly hard, and just when I thought I might be in trouble, he started to ejaculate. I gritted my teeth and just barely maintained consciousness. When he was done orgasming, he tossed me away.
“Hey, sorry.”
He smiled at the end and smacked my butt.
I took a shower, tied a ribbon around my neck where his hand marks were, and went back to the pub.
Sumo was still there by himself, nursing a drink. He looked at me and seemed like he wanted to talk, but I ignored him and entertained other customers.
Our Talking Time had ended, so if he wasn’t going to buy me, there wasn’t any other service I could offer him.
So I spread my charms throughout the pub in search of my next customer.