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The woman's breath was shallow, her platinum blonde hair covering the nude expanse of her back. One of Takumi's hands gripped her waist, bouncing her up and down as he thrust into her. The other naughty hand covered a sumptuous breast, squeezing at the right moment when he thrust into a certain spot. The woman came with a cry, collapsing forward as her pleasure overtook her in shudders.
Takumi gently pulled out of her and set her form on the couch. The red lipped woman and the woman with the perky breasts lay in a similar manner on the floor as the platinum blonde. They were still recovering from their climaxes.
As usual, Takumi hadn't gotten his. Three women in a row and he probably derived less than half the pleasure they did. But no matter. He neatly rebuttoned his shirt and zipped up his pants. The platinum blonde struggled to get to her feet from the couch, so he lent her a hand. The woman gave him a small smile as she accepted his hand.
"You know..." the woman softly mused. Takumi raised one perfect eyebrow. It wasn't often that she spoke. "Rumor has it that there's a woman in Japan...who can make any man orgasm." She looked at Takumi in perfect seriousness. "She might...just be able to help you."
Takumi lightly considered her words."A prostitute, you mean?"
"Not...exactly. I heard that she's from a professional escort club. The type that has women who can provide companionship and escorts to societal events. But it's hard to find."
"Oh, I see," was his bored reply. He didn't need companionship at the moment.
"And...Master?" She bowed. "Today...will be my last day."
"Have you paid off your debt?"
"Yes. Thank you."
He waved her thanks off, not bothering to watch her and the other two flight attendants leave the cabin. The women he kept by his side usually needed immense amounts of money to pay off some debt or another. He never chose the ones that wanted him as anything more. But a woman who satisfied any man? That he found it hard to believe. A woman like that he would like to meet.
Misaki walked into work and was assaulted with a number of high-pitched giggles and squeals gathered around the one-way window that allowed the employees to observe their clients waiting in the lobby. "What's going on?"
Honoka, a pretty woman with a cherubic face that masked her dark personality, hushed her. "The new client is just so yummy to look at!"
"Hey, let me see more of him! I do hope he passes." Erika said. She brushed one wayward lock of curly red hair out of her face.
Subaru sighed when the two went into another bout of squeals. The elegant and more mature woman looked ruefully at Misaki. "Manager hinted that he was looking for 'the woman who could satisfy any man.' Guess that means you, Misa-chan."
Curious, Misaki walked to the window. Manager Satsuki was conversing with him, but the blond haired man had his back to the window. She couldn't see much of him, but from his lean and tall physique he seemed to be on the younger side of her clients. Misaki didn't care too much. Clients were clients, and money was money. She didn't have the luxury to pick what she wanted in life and certainly not the men she serviced. Fortunately, all of the clients that passed Satsuki's interview weren't too old or had too many lecherous intentions. All were wealthy, for they had to be to afford the fees they charged. In most cases, the older the men, the better they tipped. Conversation and companionship was sought more often from her than sexual pleasure.
"Oh right, Manager picked out a cute outfit for you!" Erika said cheerfully. "Here you go! Now go change quickly. The interview's almost over, and I'm pretty sure he's passing."
"Thanks, Erika-san." Misaki took one last look at the man, then turned and left.
Even with all his connections, it took Takumi two weeks to find the place. Of course, everything had to be done in privacy because of his reputation, and the numerous meetings and piles of work had taken more time than he had anticipated. And now, the Igarashi Foundation was trying to back out of the contract they signed for the charity fundraiser he was hosting. Everything was beginning to add up to one big headache. He really needed a break. He had to find the woman, if she existed at all, and fast.
The club was rather secluded in a cozy, upper-class neighborhood, disguised as a mere cafe. There was an actual cafe in the front, and new clients had to be recommended and pass an interview before being able to pass through the cafe to the rooms upstairs. The decorations were tasteful, exuding the air of modern elegance and class. The air smelled clean and of fresh flowers, mingled with the fragrance of imported teas and coffee served to regular customers. Takumi had never visited a brothel, but he was pretty sure not all were as nice as this one.
The bubbly woman now in front of him had had him bring in proof that he had no STD's and went through every rule in the club that all clientele had to follow. No physical hitting, no verbal abuse, no stalking the women after hours and no breaking the boundaries each person sets. Pretty standard and reasonable things in his book.
"Now, here we have the basic profiles of our girls." The manager said, handing him a velvet covered handbook.
He opened it to find pictures of exquisite women. There was a blonde one who looked young and probably served the men who liked their type cute. A red-haired one with obvious sex appeal. The green-haired woman with a serene demeanor and looked as though she would be a calm and sensible person to talk to. And the black haired woman with the bright amber eyes...
"Ah, that's Misa-chan! She's the one with the reputation of having every customer satisfied! But Misa-chan has several special rules to follow, I'm afraid. Breaking one would mean the client would not be allowed back to visit." Noticing Takumi's frown, the manager questioned, "Would that be all right?"
He wasn't frowning because of whatever special rules the manager was talking about. Takumi immediately recognized who the amber eyed girl was. The last time he saw her was ten years ago, when she was the student council president of the male-dominated Seika High School. She had a reputation as a man-hater and as a so-called demon president. He only interacted with her whenever he had to turn down a confession and she yelled at him for making the confessor cry. He never would have expected Misaki Ayuzawa to end up in a place like this. After all, he had heard she had gotten into a prestigious university and even a well-paying job at the Igarashi Foundation. He had also heard that there was a scandal involving Tora Igarashi and a feisty female employee, causing Igarashi to blacklist the poor woman from any decent jobs in large corporations.
But those were only rumors. Still, the uncanny resemblance of the past student council president and the woman in the picture unnerved him. He would never had expected the president to be in a job that required her to expose herself and be vulnerable to the male population. If this truly was Ayuzawa Misaki, then she had definitely matured into something...something more. The 16 year old president then was said to be violent by the male populations and a pretty savior by the females. Now, the picture showed a mature version of Ayuzawa whose eyes said that she had been through many obstacles in life but the fire within had not been extinguished. Her skin looked flawless, and her rosy lips were pursed into a small smile that said 'You want a challenge? Bring it on!' The graceful curve of her neck was the type that men would beg to have a chance to taste and lick. He could already imagine the silky feel of her skin underneath his.
"What are these special rules?" He found himself asking.
"If you want anything more than simple companionship from Misa-chan, you must go through her challenge. The first stage is fifteen minutes for a hand job, the second stage is fifteen minutes for a blowjob." Despite the words that she was saying, the manager kept her cheerful demeanor, albeit with a tone that meant she was completely serious about what she was saying. "You will not be allowed to touch her body during these stages, and a fine will result from any touch. If you are to reach your orgasm within any of the stages, then you will have failed her challenge."
Takumi raised his eyebrows. Strange rules indeed. But it seemed like exactly something the man-hating president would stipulate to prevent any male from touching her. "What happens if I pass?"
"Then you will be allowed to touch and make love to her! But Misa-chan is also a virgin. To take that virginity is to break something sacred, so the costs will be quite high." The manager said seriously.
"Deal." Takumi said instantly. Money was of no consequence to him. And for Ayuzawa to still be a virgin was a pleasant surprise to him. It meant no other man had touched her yet. He flashed a disarmingly handsome smile at the manager, who seemed charmed by his presence. "Instead, I'd like to request this."
Manager Satsuki's eyes and mouth widened to an 'O' shape as she listened to his request. A slight flush appeared on the older woman's face. "You must be very confident in your abilities then. I must say no one has ever lasted through her challenge. Few make it to stage 2."
"Then we shall see how my abilities hold up then."
The manager cheerfully smiled. "Misa-chan will be sure to do her best then! Now, shall we sign the contract?"
As he read and dealt with the paperwork, Takumi couldn't help but feel eyes on him. There were no windows in the room, but he turned and found himself facing a mirror. The innocent-looking mirror felt like eyes were on him.
He wondered if Ayuzawa would recognize him.
