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Gos part one.
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By Felipe.
Friday night.
Club Tatou.
Sensory overload.
TDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDS...
Trusty mini digital camera in hand, I attempt to navigate
across the sardine packed dance floor as the deafening
trance beat threatened to liquify my ear drums. Kogyaru
"Amuro"-style to my left, black faced ganguro complete
with ten inch platforms to my right, it seemed the
Shibuya fashion tribes were out in full dress uniform
tonight. The brazilian DJ, who looked so strung out on
ectasy that his eyeballs were popping out of his head,
was furiously mixing as fast as his chemically enhanced
reflexes would allow him.
So what am I doing at a place like this? Me, Hikaru
Gosunkugi, voodoo master and baggy eyed freak of Furinkan
High. Well, why do I always have these bags under my
eyes? I love the clubbing scene. The Tokyo clubs are
probably the best in the world. Ever heard of a place in
the city called Shibuya? Used to be a broke down
industrial neighbourhood a couple of decades ago. A real
dump. These days its the teen mecca, fashion, style and
trend center of Tokyo, probably of all Japan. Yep, its my
regular haunt , amateur photographer's paradise. High on
the upskirt shot potential, what with all those high
school, uniformed enjo-kosai girls running around.
But that's common knowledge, isn't it? Me and my photo
fetish. But don't get me wrong, I'm not like Kuno-san. I
prefer taking the photos. Wait for that perfect kodak
moment. See, you don't look for a good shot. It comes to
you, totally spontaneous and candid, capturing the spirit
of that fucking moment. That's why I always carry around
my kawaii little Digi-Cam on my frequent excursions into
kogal central.
And so here I am, making my way across the writhing mass
of bodies, trying to get to the bar to score a decent
drink before I pass out from the heat. You probably won't
recognize me right now. Not with the fudged up, crimped
hairstyle, astroboy shirt, flared girl jeans and platform
japtech runners. Funny how the way you dress and carry
yourself makes so much difference in the way people look
at you. At school I might as well be invisible. No one
bothers to notice little Hikaru, snivelling and creepy
looking. But here, I could feel the eyes on me. The guys
sizing me up while the gals looking me carefully up and
down. Making sure I've got the right clothes, attitude
and dough before they make their special move. Where'd I
get the money for this? Well, let's just say Ms. Tendo
knows quality photography when she sees it and she is
after all, an astute business woman.
Ah, the bar at last. "Hey man, gimme a Sub Zero Cherry.",
I shout through the din, a few inches away from the
bar-tender's face. I repeat my order when he signals back
that he didn't hear the first time. A feminine drink for
a pretending-to-be-feminine guy. Girls these days sure
love their "bishonen", which is another word for "pretty
boy", or more accurately "feminine lad". Teenage Japanese
society had embraced this concept so much with open arms,
that it turned into a culture by itself. I know a lot of
guys from school getting the whole treatment. Chapatsu,
plucked eyebrows, shit , even makeup. All for the sake of
getting pussy. School authorities don't like it that
much, but what can they do if almost half of the student
body is into the shit. I honestly don't know what the
girls find so attractive about a guy trying to look like
"that" kind of kawaii, hell I don't care, but I've seen
it work! So I decided to get a piece of the action, and
that, I guess, explains my current get up right now.
Certainly wouldn't help my cause if I didn't keep up
with the latest threads, certainly not in a fine
establishment such as this.
How do I know all about this shit? I owe it all to my
ability to listen, learn, observe and absorb effectively,
which in my opinion are personal qualities missing from
the overwhelming majority of Nerima's population. Hey, a
guy like me, no close friends, no extracurricular
activities, I've got lots of time on my hands. So I do
what I do best, I eavesdrop and I take photos. Very
candid photos. That's the main advantage of being ignored
most the time. You're able to melt into the background
and people would do things, say things around you that
they wouldn't dare do or say around others.
What do I know? I know shit that'll make Nabiki's toes
curl. I know Kuno's a lot more dangerous and crazy than
what everyone seems to think. I also know his sister's a
hammer junkie and on her way to rehab. I know Ranma and
Akane are fucking. I know Yuka and Sayuri are really GOOD
friends. I know Miss Hinako keeps a massive dong in her
office. I also know that she doesn't use it just on her
adult form. The list goes on and on...
Taking a swig and pulling out a menthol, I was about to
light up when...
"Hi there."
Ah, the Gods are so nice to me. Teetering platforms, gray
streaks, honey-caramel colored foundation, mini-mini
showing off half her ass, green tinted contacts, crooked
smile, looking at me like I was a hanging side of beef...
what the?
"Gos? Goshun... Goshunkugi, is that you?"
Oh, fuck. What the hell is Nabiki doing here? And why
does she look like a yamanba? A hot, long legged, very
fuckable yamanba.
I reach up and run my fingers lightly along her hair. The
gray fudge comes off and smears on the palm of my hand.
"How much of this crap do you put in your hair?"
To my surprise, instead of having horror printed on her
face ,like I was expecting, Nabiki was giving me an
appraising look. Seeing me in a whole new light, it
seemed. And liking what she sees.
"Nishe clothesh! Where d'ya shcore them offff?"
I also notice the almost empty, two liter shaker she was
cradling reverently in her arms, the distinct leaning to
one side, the half lidded eyes, the do-i-give-a-fuck
expression on her face and the unmistakably sweet,
oh-so-sweet Kahlua breath.
This is going to be MY night.
That perfect kodak moment just came. Hehehehehehehe...
"Hahahahahahaha..."
"Wutzo funny?", Nabiki purrs into my ear.
"Nothing, nothing.", I chuckle softly. Who am I to look a
gift horse in the fucking mouth? "What're you doing here
anyway? You've never struck me as the clubbing type,
Nabiki-SAN." I asked while blowing a plume of menthol
smoke into her face.
"...should be ashking you that question." Tilting her
head back, Nabiki drains off what was left of her brew
then mournfully looks down into the empty shaker. "I
alsho enjoy shpending money, ya know. Not jush makin'
it."
Could have fooled me, biyatch.
"Buy us a drink Gos! I'm, after all yer boss!"
"Heh. I'm off duty, chief. It ain't school hours."
"Aw, cooome ooonnn Gos!", she softly whines in a way that
make me want to cream my pants right there and then.
You asked for it Nabiki. "You reckon you can keep up with
me?", I inquire.
Nabiki licks her lips then nods with her tongue hanging
out of her mouth.
"Cuz' I'm not buying if ya can't, honey."
"Two double scotches, on the rocks.", Nabiki hiccups into
the bartender's ear. Turning to me, she smirks drunkenly.
"What were ya shaying."
Heh. "I think you've got some admirers.", I point towards
a group of Larc~En~Ciel lookalikes, who were practically
drooling at the sight of so much leg and ass that Nabiki
was putting on display.
Who would've known that old Nabs is such a fucking tease.
She dips her finger into the whiskey, coyly turns around,
places her finger into her mouth then slowly pulls it out
towards their direction. She then starts bouncing lightly
to the speedball beat of the music.
Gods, the look on their freaking faces.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my "magic potion".
While Nabiki's preoccupied with her public charity show,
I pour a little something, something into her drink. I
guarantee this'll be a night to remember.
"Here, drink up. I've already finished mine.", grabbing
my whiskey, I hurriedly make a show out of pouring the
entire drink down my throat.
Nabiki blows one last kiss to her captive audience.
"Gimme, gimme!"
I watch in morbid fascination as she once again tilts her
head back and sucks down all the brew in one go. Sure
half of it was dribbling down her top and between her
tits, but I was impressed nonetheless. With some
difficulty she finishes it off like a good little girl.
"Smile, honey!"
Letting out a little gasp, Nabiki turns sluggishly
towards Mr. Digi-Cam and gives me a smile that was
positively garish.
*CLICK*
Ding. Ding. Ding.
As soon as the cocktail of alcohol and chemicals hit her
brain, she was down for the fucking count. Eyes rolling
to the back of her head, Nabiki lets loose a cackle
remeniscent of a certain gymnast and envelopes me in her
wonderfully toned arms.
"Heeheeeheeeheeehehohohohhahahaheheheee."
Hmm. Looks like its time to go. I look directly into her
eyes and hold her in my gaze for a few moments. "Nabiki,
do you want to go?" I ask slowly and carefully.
Nabs looks like she just kissed the sky. "...ummmm...
o-kay..."
"Do you want me to come with you, Nabiki?"
She smiles at me like a half dead fish. "...uuuhh...
yeah..."
"Are you sure, Nabiki?"
"...yeah."
"Okay. If you insist." I put an arm around her shoulders
then hoist her to her feet. Somehow we manage to stagger
out of the club and into a cool summer night.
I'm so lucky. I gotta cousin living on her own. She has
frequent overseas business trips. She leaves me the keys
to her apartment.
Time to get this show on the road.
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*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"Nabiki... Nabiki, take you top off."
"mmmkay."
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"Very good. Your such a good little girl! Goooood little
girl!"
*CLICK*
"Who's your daddy, Nabiki? Who's your daddy?"
"heeeeheehee... your my daddy! Gos!"
"Yes, that's right, isn't it little hey-hey. Gos is your
daddy! Now, now daddy wants little hey-hey to take her
panties off. Can you do that for daddy, baby?"
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Sure enough, Nabiki takes her knickers off and stands
there in front like a ten year old with a finger in her
mouth. Nice bush.
I put the camera on automatic.
*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*
I hand Nabiki a cute stuffed teddy bear.
"Now, Mr. Bear's hungry. He hasn't eaten all day. He
wants little hey-hey to feed him. Can you feed him little
hey-hey."
Nabiki tenderly takes the stuffed animal into her hands.
She regards Mr. Bear sadly. "I don't have any food to
give you Mr. Bear." she mournfully says, genuinely
concerned about Mr. Bear's welfare. Suddenly she grins
crazily, obviously getting an idea. "Ahhh, but you can
eat thiiis!"
To my fucking disbelief, Nabiki lays down on the bed,
spreads her legs and mashes Mr. Bear's face where the sun
don't shine. I almost drop my precious camera in utter
shock. "Holy SHIT!"
*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*
ZZZZZZZT...
Sigh. Outta film. All good things must eventually come to
an end.
"Looks like our times up little hey-hey. Its time for you
to go home. It's late and your sisters'll start to
worry."
"Awwww!", still under the influence, Nabiki whines but
obediently starts to put her clothes back on.
"Now, I don't want you to stop anywhere or talk to
strangers. I want you to go straight home. Straight home,
do you understand little hey-hey?"
"Yeeeeaah.", she replies in the kawaii-est little girl
voice.
"That's a good girl. Now hurry, I think its going rain
soon. Bye."
"Bai-bai."
I grab her panties from the bed and stuff it down the
front of her top before she walks out the door.
"Bye-bye little hey-hey!"
Little bitch.
Hehehe.
-------------------
end Gos part one.
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Gos part one.
--------------------
By Felipe.
Friday night.
Club Tatou.
Sensory overload.
TDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDSTDS...
Trusty mini digital camera in hand, I attempt to navigate
across the sardine packed dance floor as the deafening
trance beat threatened to liquify my ear drums. Kogyaru
"Amuro"-style to my left, black faced ganguro complete
with ten inch platforms to my right, it seemed the
Shibuya fashion tribes were out in full dress uniform
tonight. The brazilian DJ, who looked so strung out on
ectasy that his eyeballs were popping out of his head,
was furiously mixing as fast as his chemically enhanced
reflexes would allow him.
So what am I doing at a place like this? Me, Hikaru
Gosunkugi, voodoo master and baggy eyed freak of Furinkan
High. Well, why do I always have these bags under my
eyes? I love the clubbing scene. The Tokyo clubs are
probably the best in the world. Ever heard of a place in
the city called Shibuya? Used to be a broke down
industrial neighbourhood a couple of decades ago. A real
dump. These days its the teen mecca, fashion, style and
trend center of Tokyo, probably of all Japan. Yep, its my
regular haunt , amateur photographer's paradise. High on
the upskirt shot potential, what with all those high
school, uniformed enjo-kosai girls running around.
But that's common knowledge, isn't it? Me and my photo
fetish. But don't get me wrong, I'm not like Kuno-san. I
prefer taking the photos. Wait for that perfect kodak
moment. See, you don't look for a good shot. It comes to
you, totally spontaneous and candid, capturing the spirit
of that fucking moment. That's why I always carry around
my kawaii little Digi-Cam on my frequent excursions into
kogal central.
And so here I am, making my way across the writhing mass
of bodies, trying to get to the bar to score a decent
drink before I pass out from the heat. You probably won't
recognize me right now. Not with the fudged up, crimped
hairstyle, astroboy shirt, flared girl jeans and platform
japtech runners. Funny how the way you dress and carry
yourself makes so much difference in the way people look
at you. At school I might as well be invisible. No one
bothers to notice little Hikaru, snivelling and creepy
looking. But here, I could feel the eyes on me. The guys
sizing me up while the gals looking me carefully up and
down. Making sure I've got the right clothes, attitude
and dough before they make their special move. Where'd I
get the money for this? Well, let's just say Ms. Tendo
knows quality photography when she sees it and she is
after all, an astute business woman.
Ah, the bar at last. "Hey man, gimme a Sub Zero Cherry.",
I shout through the din, a few inches away from the
bar-tender's face. I repeat my order when he signals back
that he didn't hear the first time. A feminine drink for
a pretending-to-be-feminine guy. Girls these days sure
love their "bishonen", which is another word for "pretty
boy", or more accurately "feminine lad". Teenage Japanese
society had embraced this concept so much with open arms,
that it turned into a culture by itself. I know a lot of
guys from school getting the whole treatment. Chapatsu,
plucked eyebrows, shit , even makeup. All for the sake of
getting pussy. School authorities don't like it that
much, but what can they do if almost half of the student
body is into the shit. I honestly don't know what the
girls find so attractive about a guy trying to look like
"that" kind of kawaii, hell I don't care, but I've seen
it work! So I decided to get a piece of the action, and
that, I guess, explains my current get up right now.
Certainly wouldn't help my cause if I didn't keep up
with the latest threads, certainly not in a fine
establishment such as this.
How do I know all about this shit? I owe it all to my
ability to listen, learn, observe and absorb effectively,
which in my opinion are personal qualities missing from
the overwhelming majority of Nerima's population. Hey, a
guy like me, no close friends, no extracurricular
activities, I've got lots of time on my hands. So I do
what I do best, I eavesdrop and I take photos. Very
candid photos. That's the main advantage of being ignored
most the time. You're able to melt into the background
and people would do things, say things around you that
they wouldn't dare do or say around others.
What do I know? I know shit that'll make Nabiki's toes
curl. I know Kuno's a lot more dangerous and crazy than
what everyone seems to think. I also know his sister's a
hammer junkie and on her way to rehab. I know Ranma and
Akane are fucking. I know Yuka and Sayuri are really GOOD
friends. I know Miss Hinako keeps a massive dong in her
office. I also know that she doesn't use it just on her
adult form. The list goes on and on...
Taking a swig and pulling out a menthol, I was about to
light up when...
"Hi there."
Ah, the Gods are so nice to me. Teetering platforms, gray
streaks, honey-caramel colored foundation, mini-mini
showing off half her ass, green tinted contacts, crooked
smile, looking at me like I was a hanging side of beef...
what the?
"Gos? Goshun... Goshunkugi, is that you?"
Oh, fuck. What the hell is Nabiki doing here? And why
does she look like a yamanba? A hot, long legged, very
fuckable yamanba.
I reach up and run my fingers lightly along her hair. The
gray fudge comes off and smears on the palm of my hand.
"How much of this crap do you put in your hair?"
To my surprise, instead of having horror printed on her
face ,like I was expecting, Nabiki was giving me an
appraising look. Seeing me in a whole new light, it
seemed. And liking what she sees.
"Nishe clothesh! Where d'ya shcore them offff?"
I also notice the almost empty, two liter shaker she was
cradling reverently in her arms, the distinct leaning to
one side, the half lidded eyes, the do-i-give-a-fuck
expression on her face and the unmistakably sweet,
oh-so-sweet Kahlua breath.
This is going to be MY night.
That perfect kodak moment just came. Hehehehehehehe...
"Hahahahahahaha..."
"Wutzo funny?", Nabiki purrs into my ear.
"Nothing, nothing.", I chuckle softly. Who am I to look a
gift horse in the fucking mouth? "What're you doing here
anyway? You've never struck me as the clubbing type,
Nabiki-SAN." I asked while blowing a plume of menthol
smoke into her face.
"...should be ashking you that question." Tilting her
head back, Nabiki drains off what was left of her brew
then mournfully looks down into the empty shaker. "I
alsho enjoy shpending money, ya know. Not jush makin'
it."
Could have fooled me, biyatch.
"Buy us a drink Gos! I'm, after all yer boss!"
"Heh. I'm off duty, chief. It ain't school hours."
"Aw, cooome ooonnn Gos!", she softly whines in a way that
make me want to cream my pants right there and then.
You asked for it Nabiki. "You reckon you can keep up with
me?", I inquire.
Nabiki licks her lips then nods with her tongue hanging
out of her mouth.
"Cuz' I'm not buying if ya can't, honey."
"Two double scotches, on the rocks.", Nabiki hiccups into
the bartender's ear. Turning to me, she smirks drunkenly.
"What were ya shaying."
Heh. "I think you've got some admirers.", I point towards
a group of Larc~En~Ciel lookalikes, who were practically
drooling at the sight of so much leg and ass that Nabiki
was putting on display.
Who would've known that old Nabs is such a fucking tease.
She dips her finger into the whiskey, coyly turns around,
places her finger into her mouth then slowly pulls it out
towards their direction. She then starts bouncing lightly
to the speedball beat of the music.
Gods, the look on their freaking faces.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my "magic potion".
While Nabiki's preoccupied with her public charity show,
I pour a little something, something into her drink. I
guarantee this'll be a night to remember.
"Here, drink up. I've already finished mine.", grabbing
my whiskey, I hurriedly make a show out of pouring the
entire drink down my throat.
Nabiki blows one last kiss to her captive audience.
"Gimme, gimme!"
I watch in morbid fascination as she once again tilts her
head back and sucks down all the brew in one go. Sure
half of it was dribbling down her top and between her
tits, but I was impressed nonetheless. With some
difficulty she finishes it off like a good little girl.
"Smile, honey!"
Letting out a little gasp, Nabiki turns sluggishly
towards Mr. Digi-Cam and gives me a smile that was
positively garish.
*CLICK*
Ding. Ding. Ding.
As soon as the cocktail of alcohol and chemicals hit her
brain, she was down for the fucking count. Eyes rolling
to the back of her head, Nabiki lets loose a cackle
remeniscent of a certain gymnast and envelopes me in her
wonderfully toned arms.
"Heeheeeheeeheeehehohohohhahahaheheheee."
Hmm. Looks like its time to go. I look directly into her
eyes and hold her in my gaze for a few moments. "Nabiki,
do you want to go?" I ask slowly and carefully.
Nabs looks like she just kissed the sky. "...ummmm...
o-kay..."
"Do you want me to come with you, Nabiki?"
She smiles at me like a half dead fish. "...uuuhh...
yeah..."
"Are you sure, Nabiki?"
"...yeah."
"Okay. If you insist." I put an arm around her shoulders
then hoist her to her feet. Somehow we manage to stagger
out of the club and into a cool summer night.
I'm so lucky. I gotta cousin living on her own. She has
frequent overseas business trips. She leaves me the keys
to her apartment.
Time to get this show on the road.
-------------------
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"Nabiki... Nabiki, take you top off."
"mmmkay."
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"Very good. Your such a good little girl! Goooood little
girl!"
*CLICK*
"Who's your daddy, Nabiki? Who's your daddy?"
"heeeeheehee... your my daddy! Gos!"
"Yes, that's right, isn't it little hey-hey. Gos is your
daddy! Now, now daddy wants little hey-hey to take her
panties off. Can you do that for daddy, baby?"
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Sure enough, Nabiki takes her knickers off and stands
there in front like a ten year old with a finger in her
mouth. Nice bush.
I put the camera on automatic.
*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*
I hand Nabiki a cute stuffed teddy bear.
"Now, Mr. Bear's hungry. He hasn't eaten all day. He
wants little hey-hey to feed him. Can you feed him little
hey-hey."
Nabiki tenderly takes the stuffed animal into her hands.
She regards Mr. Bear sadly. "I don't have any food to
give you Mr. Bear." she mournfully says, genuinely
concerned about Mr. Bear's welfare. Suddenly she grins
crazily, obviously getting an idea. "Ahhh, but you can
eat thiiis!"
To my fucking disbelief, Nabiki lays down on the bed,
spreads her legs and mashes Mr. Bear's face where the sun
don't shine. I almost drop my precious camera in utter
shock. "Holy SHIT!"
*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*
ZZZZZZZT...
Sigh. Outta film. All good things must eventually come to
an end.
"Looks like our times up little hey-hey. Its time for you
to go home. It's late and your sisters'll start to
worry."
"Awwww!", still under the influence, Nabiki whines but
obediently starts to put her clothes back on.
"Now, I don't want you to stop anywhere or talk to
strangers. I want you to go straight home. Straight home,
do you understand little hey-hey?"
"Yeeeeaah.", she replies in the kawaii-est little girl
voice.
"That's a good girl. Now hurry, I think its going rain
soon. Bye."
"Bai-bai."
I grab her panties from the bed and stuff it down the
front of her top before she walks out the door.
"Bye-bye little hey-hey!"
Little bitch.
Hehehe.
-------------------
end Gos part one.
Anywun wanna fucking kill me now?
Feel free to c+c, though. I haven't got any
pre-readers.
Send any private comments to: mygodamnself@hotmail.com
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