Tokyo, a rainy and dreary night. But Japan's city of lights never rests.
"Hm, I guess you could say I was born into this line of work. Any work I've had in my life has always been through my family."
The man grabs a dirty wine glass and begins to wipe it off with a wet cloth.
"My father bought this hotel and me, my mother, and brothers decided to help run the restaurant inside. My older brother and mother both had a passion for food, so he would cook and she would make the recipes. My younger brother and I were more about interaction with people like our father so I ran the bar while he interacted with customers, made sure everyone was happy. It was a good gig."
The man sighed and hung the wine glass up with the others. Smooth jazz played from the bar's speakers and the sound of rain tapping the windows from the outside created a sense of lament in the dimly lit restaurant. The man washed his hands and grabbed another dirty glass.
"This all started about ten years ago.. Phew, can't believe I was 21 back then. Matter of fact I can't believe I just turned 31 either. This damn recession is killing business, and you know mine being a proud Korean family we aren't exactly going to lower our prices. My dad wanted an upscale hotel and he'll be damned if he has to swallow his pride and lower his standards. I mean hell its midnight now, usually the bar would still be hopping with drunks and couples watching the games or feeling nostalgic, and now you're the only customer I have, and I can't even serve you alcohol."
An orange haired girl with her face buried into her arms which rested on the bar counter shrugged in response. She was dressed in a tight fitting black business suite with a mini skirt that hugged her legs tightly. She twirled the black heeled shoe on her right foot and let out a sigh. The bartender chuckled.
"Rough day, huh? Don't tell me you lost your job. Or worse, that your boyfriend ran off with another woman. I've heard enough of those stories to last me a lifetime and a second childhood."
"Gotta have a job or a boyfriend to lose one don't you?" a muffled voice came from the orange haired girl, her face still buried in her arms.
The bartender looked away and shook his head grabbing a clean wine glass in the process, "A pretty girl like you with a body like yours? You could probably have any man or job you wanted." He began to pour liquid into the glass. "Unless of course you have a deep dark secret that would scare the living shit out of both making you un-hirable and un-dateable."
The orange-haired girl let out a muffled laugh, "You have no idea, Mr. smooth."
The bartender placed the now half-way full glass in front of the girl.
"Here, a dry Riesling has a crisp acidity, but with so much more in the nose of the glass and palate. Perfect for a gloomy night like this. If I wasn't on the clock I'd have one myself."
The orange haired girl lifted her head to reveal her face and identity; the former runaway Shinobi, Kasumi. She took the glass in her hand and smiled at the bartender with a sly look, "You say it like I know these types of things."
The bartender smiled back and crossed his arms, "We have two hours before we close and I doubt I'll get much business, figure I might as well try to get to know the one person in my bar to pass the time. Just keep me serving you alcohol between us."
Kasumi took a sip while wagging her index finger towards him in agreement.
"So you're beautiful, you're unemployed, you don't have a man, you're staying in a high end hotel, and you're in a business suite that's pushing your tits out more than a 17th century corset…. Something's not adding up here." The bartender stated while closing the space between them.
Kasumi took another sip and smiled, "You think I'm a hooker don't you?"
The bartender put his hands on the counter close to her, "I was going to say stripper, but you have the right idea."
Kasumi then licked her upper lip while looking into the glass and leaned back against the stool while smiling, "Have you ever heard of the Dead or Alive tournament?"
The bartender sighed, trying to recall, "Isn't that the nonsense that happened two years ago with that Doatec corporation that mysteriously disappeared when its HQ was bombed by a unnamed terrorist organization? I guess I don't need to tell you why I chose to forget those events." He then crossed his arms, "But what does that have to do with you?"
Kasumi then shook her head with a smile and closed her eyes, "I was 17... I was a runaway Shinobi. I was the girl who broke the story to the news about the ninja clan after Doatec was destroyed. I did it to protect my brother."
The bartender then looked closely at her face, "No shit, you aren't joking either. I remember seeing you on the news in that ridiculous blue outfit. Then again any man would remember a woman in an outfit like that."
Kasumi nodded and finished the glass off, "And that's how I'm 19 and staying in a five star hotel without any help or family. Doatec paid me off handsomely not to reveal the truth about the tournament and to expose the ninja clan. I also got residuals because I won the first one."
The bartender ran his hand through his hair and exhaled, "That's a lot to take in missy. But that still doesn't explain the sleazy suite."
Kasumi laughed, "I spent a lot of my money on educating myself of the world. I was a sheltered clan girl. I wanted to see the world… I also went to the best business schools in Japan, which wasn't cheap. Now I'm trying to make a name for myself, and in a few years if I don't this 'blood' money is going to run out completely."
The bartender then smiled, "You do seem different than the shy, timid kid I saw on the news two years ago. You must have seen a lot in your travels of the world."
"You betcha, now are you going to pour me another glass of white wine or are you going to make your move to try to screw me now?" Kasumi said, leaning in towards the bartender.
The bartender leaned in toward her in response with a smile, "Bar doesn't close till 2, but forget the wine. Have you heard of something called a mind-eraser?"
...
The door to Kasumi's hotel door swung open, The bartender's body from the back with a drunken Kasumi clinging to his chest kissing him emerging into the room. She then pressed him against the wall and ripped his shirt open and began kissing his chest while kicking the door shut.
"Damn kid, you sure are good at this for a girl your age."
"And I could say you stay in shape for a man you're age."
The bartender pulled her away by her shoulders and slyly smiled at her, "What's so old about 31?"
Kasumi swatted his hands away and began kissing his neck, "Don't sweat it I prefer a man with experience." She pressed her breasts against him and pressed her right knee against his groin and began rubbing it. The bartender reached behind her and pulled her tight mini skirt up, her perfectly shaped ass covered by a black laced thong bouncing out as the skirt slid off it. The bartender breathed in as he rubbed his hands over the soft flesh of her ass. He then smacked her ass and Kasumi shrieked with a laugh.
He smacked her ass again before grabbing her face and pressing her mouth against his.
Kasumi pulled her blouse and bra off, her C-cup breasts pouring out. The bartender kissed her breasts and bit her right nipple, making Kasumi throw her head back in ecstasy.
Kasumi kicked off her heels and pulled her skirt down as the bartender removed his shirt. She then led him over to the bed and laid down on her stomach on the bed while the bartender stayed standing. Kasumi then put her face near his crotch and arched her ass. She smiled and rubbed his hardening member through his pants, making the bartender sigh in pleasure. Kasumi smiled while unzipping his pants.
"Ahhhhh let me serve you now, bartender."
She then pulled down his pants, his hardened member popping out. She then began stroking him while looking up at him. She then smiled and while still looking at him began to put his cock in her mouth. After bobbing her head up and down for a few times the bartender responded by grabbing Kasumi's head and thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, deep throating her with each thrust. He reached down and smacked her ass again while thrusting himself in her mouth. Kasumi then pulled out and looked up at him,
"Hmm and I thought I was the one taking charge here."
The bartender then shrugged, "What can I say, you were getting under my skin kid."
Kasumi then turned over on her back, her head edging off the bed , "I won't let you fuck me, grandpa. But I will let you use my mouth as deep as you want. Now come on, Mr. Bartender, serve me one last drink."
The bartender didn't hesitate one second. He grabbed the side of her face and began throat fucking her faster and faster with each thrust. His sack hitting her forehead.
Kasumi sat him down on the bed, got to her knees on the floor and began deep throating him while massaging his balls with her hands.
The bartender then sighed, signaling to Kasumi then he was nearing his climax. She quickly removed him out of her mouth and began to quickly jerk him off. He finally let go and his sperm shot out, covering Kasumi's face and shooting inside of her mouth.
...
Kasumi began to put on a green thong and her night gown after washing herself up. The bartender had just finished dressing himself. He then looked over at Kasumi.
"That was a great blowjob kid."
Kasumi smiled and nodded at him, "I just hope I remember it when I sober up."
"You said you went to business school for two years?"
Kasumi nodded, "Yeah, I was the top of my classes. But my past has completely shut me out from job opportunities."
The bartender smiled, "I like you kid, and not just for what you did. You seem bright. My father needs an advisor. I'll set up a meeting with him tomorrow afternoon for you, how does that sound?"
Kasumi's face lit up, "Are you serious! That's great! Thank you!"
The bartender smiled and began to walk for the door.
"4 o'clock, the hotel lobby. Be there. Oh, and you'll have to meet my father's secretary first. Her name is Lei Fang. Good night."
The door shut behind him. Kasumi was shocked at the name he had just dropped, but her excitement for this opportunity greatly outweighed the shock that she might have to interact with another former DOA contestant.
She then got into the same bed she had just blown a guy and went to sleep, blissfully unaware of the "true" position the bartender was talking about.
Author's note: I decided to make this more of a prologue than an actual chapter. This is a pilot to see if anyone is interested in Kasumi being a sexpot office worker. I figured I'd give this whole DOA fanfic one last go before throwing in the towel. And before you ask, yes there will be Yuri. The sex is going to be the most graphic I have ever written, so be prepared!