Being a worker at a bathhouse was the last thing Jaune would have ever thought he was going to do. A lifeguard? Impossible! Working with his best friend at the pub? Underaged for his best friend was working there illegally. The Mama-san didn't need two boys to work and/or to molest. And it wasn't that particular order. His mother kindly and sincerely asked Jaune to work for the summer since the farming season was at a close. Also, with their father recovering from his accident, extra money was needed. With school out and without any other options, he decided to play the role of breadwinner and was going to take care of his family.

The bathhouse job just happened to fall on his lap. He was sitting at the pub, the Stubbed Toe, when Mama-san threw the application at him.

'No thanks are necessary,' replied Mama-san as she was spitting in the glass to clean. 'I know a guy who owns me a few favors.'

'A bathhouse,' retorted Jaune. 'Didn't know this sort of thing existed.'

Mama-san slapped his back. 'Yes, my lad. Bathhouses are still a thing here.'

'Then how come I don't have any knowledge about it?'

She placed her hands on her hips. She pressed forward as if she was keeping a secret. 'It depends on men of a certain age. You are seventeen, correct?'

'At least until the end of the summer,' he answered.

'Good, you see, bathhouses are a place where adults come to soothe their worries,' said the Mama-san as she was rubbing her hands on his shoulders. A little more often than to his comfort, thought Jaune. 'It's very low-key. Don't need perverts like you to go and stare at naked chicks.'

He frowned. 'I have seven sisters and a mother. I am somewhat numb of the appearance.'

Mama-san laughed. 'I like you, Jaune. Too bad I couldn't hire you. I mean, Lie Ren, is doing quite a job."

'Speaking of which, where is he," questioned Jaune as he observed the room.

Jaune heard a bump from the floor in front of him. 'What was that,' he asked while raising his eyebrow.

Mama-san grabbed a glass of soda and slid it in front of him. 'On the house.' She was smiling. Jaune was aware of her 'proclivities,' but he wasn't going to turn down free soda. He drank his glass in a few swallows. He wiped his face with his sleeves before returning his thought of the bathhouse. 'So, what would I do there?'

He heard another bump. She nervously laughed. 'We have a little rodent problem. Especially when they bite with their teeth.'

'Do you want to help you?'

'I am good. Got...it...under...control,' she finished with a sigh of relief. 'Problem solved and I feel a bit refresh, hehe.' She coughed. 'Anyway, the owner needs someone to keep watch at the front. Greet, show, and towels, if needed.'

'Sounds easy.'

'It is,' she told him while pouring herself a glass of beer. 'That is why I wanted you to do the job.'

'Why me?'

'Unlike these poor, pathetic, perverted excuse of horndogs, you have a good heart,' she winked at him. 'You will work the evening shift and it ends near midnight. The pay is decent. And for your age, it's better than an adult's working wage.' She winked. 'I told the owner good things about you. She hopes you are up to the challenge.'

He smiled while looking to the floor. 'Whatever I can to support my family, I will do it by any means.' He looked at the application. 'Shall I apply?'

She finished the drink before answering his question. 'Absolutely! I kinda told her that you were coming today.'

He lowered his eyebrows. 'Really?'

'I know you, Jaune. An Arc never backs on his word.'

He sighed heavily. 'It's gonna cost you,' he said.

She pouted her lips. 'Okay, Jauney.' Mama-san started unbuttoning her blouse.

'No, no, no,' interjected Jaune. He pang his glass. 'Another glass of soda.' He slapped his forehead. 'Oum in heaven!'

'Oh, sorry. My bad,' she told him. 'Now, you should make haste, Jaune, once you are finished.'

'Yes, ma'am,' he said as he was working on the application.

With his application in his hands, Jaune waved goodbye to Mama-san as he was exiting the bar.

'Good luck with the job, Jauney,' said Mama-san. 'If you need anything else. Office supplies, the right clothes, tucking you in at night, helping you with your bath.' She winked. 'Call me!'

'You are sounding unprofessional as hell, Mama-san,' said Jaune as he was leaving. 'Farewell.'

Mama-san patted the table when Jaune closed the door. She looked at the floor. 'How many times I tell you, Lie Ren? No teeth.'

Lie Ren wiped his face as he was covered in her juices. He sat up as he tried to find a place to lean on. 'Not my fault your dick was getting hard,' he said while belching. 'You were getting too excited about having Jaune in front of you.'

She slapped his ass. 'Can't help that I love my boys,' she winked once more. 'A damn shame that I can't have both of you, pout, pout.' She poured another glass of beer. 'Hopefully, Raven takes care of him for me. I did tell her he is a willing participant.'

Lie Ren felt her body pressing onto his. The feeling of her dick rubbing against his ass made his breath swallow. 'Do you think Jaune can handle it?' Mama-san rubbed one side of his ass as she used her other hand to stroke dick. 'Jaune's a good kid. He doesn't back down from a challenge.' Lie Ren slightly moan when he felt Mama-san entering his cavern. 'Remember, Lie Ren, Jaune never backs down on his word. Plus, he trusts me, my dear, like you putting your body to trust mine.'

'Yes, Mistress Goodwitch,' he mustered to say.

'I am glad when you are able to tell the difference in our pleasure,' she said. 'Now make me cum with this tight ass of yours!'

Jaune entered the bathroom a little after five o'clock in the afternoon. He saw the sign showing that it was closed. He scanned through the window, seeing if anyone would open. He looked at his paper for a contact number. As he was looking through his phone, he heard someone calling his name.

'Jaune?'

He quickly turned. He put his back against the door when seeing a short brunette in front of him. She was tickled when seeing him becoming defensive.

'She did say you were a bit jumpy,' she giggled. She extended her hand. 'The name is Raven. The owner of this bathhouse, the Honey Lemon Bathhouse.'

A bit generic if you ask me, but I can't complain about the name. A job is a job.

'Nice to meet you,' said Jaune. 'Jaune Arc.'

'Glynda tells me a lot about you,' she said as she was putting her keys in the door. 'C'mon in.'

'Thanks,' said Jaune. 'By the way, Glynda?'

Raven was taking off her shoes at the entrance of the establishment. 'I keep forgetting that she is known as Mama-san to you. Personally, she is Glynda.'

Jaune shook his head as she instructed him to take off his shoes.

'We will step into the office and I can arrange what you are going to do, okay?'

Jaune followed her as they were going to her office. Jaune noticed that Raven was a bit attractive for an older woman. He looked away, trying to not to give too much glare.

The office was more of a closet than it was an office. It had a desk, a typewriter, a phonebook, and a directory for the venue's private line, to his guest. Judging by his reading of manga and watching anime that bathhouses were to have exclusive clients. She offered him a seat as she was looking through his paperwork.

She was shaking her head as she scanned the work. 'In school to be a huntsman,' she murmured. 'Good qualities, good skills,' she was telling herself. She put the papers down. 'Honestly, Jaune, there isn't much of debate. If you want to, you can work tonight.'

'Really? This soon?'

'Sure,' she told him. 'We are understaffed and we need an evening serviceman badly.'

'Serviceman,' he retorted. 'I thought I was greeting customers.' He looked away. 'Not that I have a problem with what job you have for me.'

She started to smile. When Jaune wasn't looking, she was licking her lips. 'Mama-san was right about you. You are very modest.' She crossed her legs, hoping that Jaune would glare at her legs.

It worked without any chance of failure.

'You see, Jaune, this bathhouse is dedicated to making sure that our clients are being served,' she told him. 'You see the night shift is quite different. We tried to dedicate it to more of adult-oriented service if you know what I mean.' She looked at the clock as if she needed to remind herself of opening the shop. 'This bathhouse is a normal bathhouse, in the afternoon. We open at 8, close at 4 to change for the evening shift. At 7 in the evening until nearly around midnight or 1, it's a bit different.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'You service the client with whatever they want,' she said. 'Typically, most of the clients, if not all of them, are female. I can tell you were a bit flustered,' she said while covering her mouth. 'It's one at a time, typically around 30-45 minutes, depending on the service.'

He raised his eyebrow. 'What kind of work will I have to do?'

'Like I've said, sweetie. Take care of the clients. You know bathe them, talk with them.'

'Will they have swimsuits on,' he said while blushing. He can kind of see Raven's dress rising up her legs. 'I want to give them as much respect as possible. I..I am not a pervert.'

'Teehee! Some will, some won't,' she said. 'It's okay. They know your intentions are good.' She looked at Jaune. 'I can tell that you are feeling a bit uncomfortable. Would you like to show you a demonstration?'

'A demonstration?'

'Yes,' she said while snapping her fingers. 'Damn it, Raven. I didn't think. Yes, Jaune. I think if you are comfortable with what you are doing, then you will be fine.' She took his hand. He blushed when she took it to her breast. 'See, I won't slap you. I know what you are doing. Your intention is to take care of me. Right?'

He went silent, still feeling the plushness of her breast.

'Right,' she questioned him again.

'Yes, ma'am,' said Jaune.

'Yet again, the clients won't be fully clothed.' She released his hands. 'Let's go to one of the rooms. I can give you a demonstration. Also, making sure that you want the job.'

He followed Raven to one of the rooms for the bathhouse. The rooms were different than the shared bath areas.

The display reminded Jaune of early 20th century homes in New England. The bathroom was moderately large. The sink stood in the middle of the floor. From his position, he saw water running from the bidet. As he walked forward, he saw the tub was alone. There were no curtains. Everything was white and marbled. The walls, the tub, the sink, everything.

She instructed him to turn around for a few moments as she disrobed.

He was nervous as he felt his heartbeat. He put his sweaty palms in his pocket. He was hesitant, giving himself second thoughts. Despite his brain being cognitive, his budding erection was thinking of other plans.

She is just showing me a job. She is just showing me a job.

"Alright, Jaune, you may turn around."

He swallowed his pride. "Ok, ok. Here I go."

To be continued….