Written by Mel. I just want more Takehiro/Takeshi stories on my account and since we created these two it's only fitting to also post her writing on here as well. So 100% credit to Mel Mel.~

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He cornered me after work. He knew I needed money. He knew I didn't make much. One hundred dollars to sleep with him. Well that wouldn't be too bad, would it? He wasn't bad looking, and one hundred dollars was a lot of money for me. But I'm not gay... and he's my best friend. I didn't want things to be awkward. But wouldn't just knowing that he'd asked, what he'd offered, what he wanted, wouldn't knowing that make it awkward enough?

So I agreed, feeling the threads of our friendship break with my words. He walked away. He'd come back the next day, when he had the money.

I begged her to take my table, I begged her, but she wouldn't trade me. She wouldn't save me. I wonder if I had told her why if she would have helped me then?

I had to serve him. He'd brought friends, the ones I tried to avoid at school, especially Ryuu, though I don't really know why. The looks he gave me made my heart break to see on his face. Why did everyone close to me have to look at me like that? Were friends and family forbidden for me? But this was my life, and I had to live it. I couldn't live with Auntie Natsu anymore, I needed out. And to get out, to live with Takeshi like I wanted, I needed money. Tama was giving me money.

Work ended too quickly for my liking. He was outside with his friends, who were paying to watch, waiting for me. Ryuu was there, too, seeing me as only the whore I felt like. But I am not a whore. No... in all honesty, I couldn't defend myself, even in my own head. Whores sleep with people for money. I was sleeping with Tama for money.

I'm nothing but a whore.

He slipped his arm around my waist as we walked. He was talking to Ryuu, but I didn't listen. It was all I could do not to run away to hide somewhere and cry for how low I had sunk. We arrived at the hotel where the deal was to be completed. I felt awkward, standing there in my work outfit, dressed as the only girl in the group of four. The clerk was a young man, whose eyes flickered over me with the same look Tama's did. I felt so naked.

We went to the room. I stepped in first, trying not to think about the situation. The door closed. The lock clicked. There was no escape.

"Shall we start?" Tama questioned, hugging me tightly from behind.

"Show me," I muttered, "show me that you have all the money."

He chuckled and let go, stepping back to pull the money from his pocket. It was all there, including the audience fee for his friends. I sighed inwardly, knowing what my next words were condemning me to.

"All right."

He handled me awkwardly. I doubted he'd ever done this before. He didn't know where to touch, how to touch. When he entered me, he hadn't known to prepare me first. The only knowledge he seemed to have on the subject was that tab A should have lube on it before it goes into slot B. That, and the fact that he was smaller than Takeshi, made it hurt less than it could have.

He had me on my back, my skirt flipped over my stomach, and my panties (the only underwear that would stay hidden under my small uniform) dangling from one of the ankles he had in his hands. He held my legs tightly as he thrust without rhythm into my body. He was too busy wrapped up in himself to look at me, so I didn't make an effort to look any less uncomfortable than I was. I wanted it over, but it lasted a lifetime. For a virgin, I was almost impressed by how long he held out.

But finally I felt him getting close. I was nervous that he wouldn't pull out, we hadn't planned that, and I didn't want that in me. His penis was bad enough without me leaking his cum after he was done. He did pull out at the last minute, releasing my ankle and pumping himself over the edge. He threw his head back when he spilled out over his hand, coating my thighs. He stayed there, frozen, for a while when he had finished, breathing heavily. I lay still, waiting for him to let go of my ankle. He rolled his head foreword again and his eyes traveled up my body, lingering when he found my face. His expression was strange. I'd never seen anyone look at me like that. It didn't last long though. He let go of me and moved away. I sat up, pushing down my skirt. I watched the empty space next to him as he slid back into his pants. He looked at me for a moment, then grabbed the money from the dresser. He threw it into the air around me.

"I'll see you at school, Takeko Chan," he smirked, stressing his words on my work name. Then he and his friends departed.

The first thing I had to do was take a shower. I kept the water so hot it hurt, but I needed to feel clean. I needed it. I stayed under the stream of scalding water so long the water stopped hurting. The air was cold when I re-entered the main room to gather my money. I shivered as I pulled clothes out of the bag I'd brought and slid into them. It felt good to be wearing pants again. I stuffed my uniform into the bag instead and left the room. The clerk was different now, a girl, who blushed furiously when she saw me. She smiled nervously, so I smiled back, wishing as I did so that I could meet someone who wouldn't be attracted to me. I didn't pay for the room.

Outside, artificial lights lit up the streets as if it were daylight. They blotted out the stars, leaving the sky a heavy black cover over my world. I stared up at it for a few moments, wondering what Takeshi would say if he found out. I hoped he wouldn't. I wanted no one to ever know what I'd done. I didn't even want to know. I prayed no one would find out.

But they did.