Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you: Stories From The Loo (Part III). Izuku gets a new client and let's say her fetishes are quite strange and intricate.

Melpomene and Calliope were the codenames Ochako and Izuku had given each other on their whereabouts. In the evenings after business, Izuku and Ochako preferred alone time. Melpomene meant that she and Izuku were to meet at a love hotel. Calliope meant that they were expected to head home to their parents. Although both of their parents were working people, they would expect the teenagers to be home at some point. So, the duo decided to use those code names to represent their whereabouts following his rendezvous with the girls. However, it was still in practice. They use it sometimes. Sometimes, they don't.

Amazing how the emerald-haired teen was able to balance school and to balance his affairs with the girls. Nevertheless, he couldn't complain. As long as money can be made, girls are pleased, and his girl is happy, then all is right with the world.

He was on the train alone as he headed to his destination. Ochako already sent the text on which girl he has for the night. As he observed his environment in case of onlookers, he covered his phone to read his beloved's text. Tonight should be a breeze. This client doesn't want non-penetrative sex. However, she does want to engage in a kinky play with you and wants to be treated with lots and lots of care. She doesn't want to give away the details. Just be sure to be smooth around the edges with her. Love you lots! Ochako!

She added an additional text as a reminder. There will be a cab waiting for you upon your arrival. It will have three black markings on its front passenger door. The cab will take you to the client. Love, Ochako!

Ochako has been getting crafty with her messages. As they have been sharing talks after sex, she wanted her boyfriend to be cautious. Despite the permission, they are getting from girls and certain staff at the school, they needed to be careful. Not everyone was going to approve of this. Especially when it is coming from a teenager.

So, instead of revealing their names, she decided to give subtle hints or plain initials. For this client, she gave him the initials.

N.S.

She was referred to him by his teacher, Kayama-sensei. He admired his teacher, but she could never keep her mouth shut. He was grateful that she had kept it to people who were interested in this kind of affair. In return of the occasional free outcall nights, she would continue to refer women into his care. In a sense, Kayama-sensei served as the middlewoman and secretary of this makeshift organization and Ochako served as the organizer and CEO.

He was somewhat in denial of the true terminology of prostitute and pimp.

He heard the name of his stop being called. He exited the message app from his cell phone. He reached into his YouTube Red in search of songs. He tuned it to The Dead Kennedys as he exited off of the train.

Izuku got inside of the taxicab with the widely noticeable three slashings on the passenger side door. The inside of the cab was more of a confessional booth in a Catholic church. The inside was dark and so were the windows of the vehicle. The would-be glass at the front of the cab was substituted with wood grain with egg-crate foam. The foam was spray painted in black, supporting the background of the cab. He concluded that it had to be a private taxi line. Having these kinds of things in the cab must have to violate many of the local town's statures and gave him an eerie feeling. Was he even sure he was going to meet the client, he thought. Was this a setup to lure boys like him to another town without getting caught in doing nefarious deeds? He shook those thoughts out of his mind. Regardless, he had to admit; he easily accepted the client's invitation without any time of rationalization. Yet again, if it came through Ochako and Kayama-sensei, then there shouldn't be any concern.

Especially if this client was going all out for him.

Izuku noticed that the cab driver wasn't moving. He looked at the cab driver. "Excuse me, sir. Why aren't we moving?"

Suddenly, the door to the other side had opened. "Excuse me, is this cab taken?" Izuku heard a gentle, yet heavy voice beside him. He saw that it was a woman. She appeared to be a woman in his eyes. She could have been in her late thirties, early forties, but judging by the two-piece business suit with a white blouse and black stockings, she could have been a salarywoman. The woman was peculiar tall. Maybe standing at five foot ten inches, but depend as she was wearing high heel shoes. She had a slender figure. Her clothing complimented her curvy body. She was wearing glasses that stopped at her pointy nose. She had skin that reminded Izuku of milk. Her cheeks were rosy, as if she was blushing or it was a natural look of hers. Her eyes were almond shaped and had a strong tint of gray. Her black hair was longer as it descended to her back. She looked like she demanded respect with compassion. Her legs complimented her. They were shaped well as if she did cardio on a regular basis. As for her bust, it was not the largest, but it looked well. Trying to not sound or think pervertedly, Izuku thought, it reminded him of ripe cantaloupe. She pursed her lips as he snapped out of his observation.

"It's fine, I guess," said Izuku as he scooted over to accommodate the guest. She gave him thanks and made her way beside him. As she sat beside him, her height confirmed as he felt he was beyond a giant. She put her briefcase next to her seat. She then pulled out her compact from her purse to check her appearance. She gave herself a check before putting it away. She glanced at him, giving him a smile. She then reached for her cell phone.

The taxi drove into motion. Izuku reached into his cell phone so that he could get reread the text in order to get a description of the client. He was in so much of a hurry that he didn't get a chance to read all of Ochako's text.

Suddenly, Izuku felt the woman gently placed her hand between his legs. Gently, she rubbed and caressed his penis. The feeling of her hands and the friction of his slacks was slowly waking up his penis. Before Izuku could respond, she placed her finger against his lips. "Shh! Relax! Just look forward. I know who you are, Izuku. Put your phone and follow the directions that I have for you." She blew into his ear. "My name is Nana Shimura. I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Nemuri and Ochako," she whispered. "The cab driver works for me. He knows protocol and frets none whatsoever."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Izuku. "My job is to satisfy you under the time allotted, Shimura-san."

"Lovely," she informed Izuku as she rubbed her lips with one hand and rubbed his dick with the other. "You have such lovely lips, Izuku. Has anyone told you that? Or does your girlfriend tell you that?" Before he could respond, she gripped his phallus. "Don't answer! The thought of playing with another's man turns me out." She kissed his cheek, followed by sliding her tongue into his ear. Izuku moaned quietly as she used her tongue to dig inside of his ear. She then pulled his earlobe with her teeth. "Such a sexy young boy," she purred. "I love it when they are so young and novice."

Izuku wasn't allowed to respond. This was part of her request to Ochako. Nana was seeking a young, nubile teen to have an affair behind his girlfriend's back. Izuku didn't fret or deny the request. He played his role. Whatever it took to make her happy.

In an attempt to move away from her, he moved as if he was trying to adjust. Angered by his action, she pinched the phallus. He gritted his teeth as the pain bolted throughout his body. His eyes watered and his face spasm. "You must not move, Izuku. Or else, I can call your girlfriend and she can join in on this action."

"No," he said nervously.

"Will you submit?" She continued to squeeze tightly, hoping that a wet spot would appear.

He finally submitted to Nana's bidding. "Glad you can see my way. Think of it as assisting you for your girlfriend, you nubile novice boy you."

Slowly, she shifted her hand up and down his valley until she felt the arousal of his dick. Smiling, she began gripping it faster. She made a quiet whisper only the two would understand. "How does it feel to do this before your girlfriend's back?" She was quite tickled. She spoke in such a hoarse whisper. "Knowing that I can make a call." She kissed him again. "Why won't you speak? Shall I call your mother instead." She displayed her phone and there, it showed Inko's contact.

"How did you get that," he questioned before she enveloped his lips. Suddenly, he felt something tingling within his body. "Just a little party favor to make you relax," she told him. "Don't worry about nothing else. If you know what's good for you. What you need to do is to get hard, get wet, and enjoy my show, my little cinnamon roll."

As must he tried to resist, his body was the victor. His tenseness relaxed as he had allowed Nana permission to continue. She even pulled out her cell phone and texted as she played with his dick. She would either go fast or slow; using her two fingers, or her whole hand.

When she saw Izuku's pre-cum swelling in his pants, she intensified her grip. He tried to keep his composure through his ordeal, but to no avail. Although he didn't expect the drugs or the idle threat of his mother (that wasn't in the job description), he tried to convince himself that it was horrible. However, the pleasure was outdoing his judgment. Whatever had Izuku thought, it must have transferred to Nana's mind because she was going faster.

He groaned from his throat. His breath was shortening. Knowing that climax was approaching, he tried to take his mind away from it. It was until Nana whispered in his ear. "Come for me, my little Cinnabon. Let me hear your cries. Come for your mistress!"

He slightly cried out as he erupts his load inside of his slacks. Each time he spurted, she gently rubbed his dick. Once it subsided, so did the pleasure. Caught up in the afterglow, he leaned on Nana's shoulder.

"Well done, my dear. I am proud of you," she whispered.

"Thank you, mistress," he responded in a whisper.

She pulled out her cell phone and displayed Inko's contact once again. She giggled at Izuku. "Ochako's right! You don't read that often." Izuku saw that the contact number was a couple of digits off. "Don't give me that face, baby! Being gullible was what I wanted." She sniffed the squid-like smell on her fingers. "However, the night isn't over yet. As I mentioned, I want to be smooth around the edges." She tapped at the cab driver. "We can go to my residence now, please."

"Right away," replied the cab driver.

"Oh, by the way. That wasn't a drug. Just good old melatonin."

Later….

It was a typical western-style home in a suburban neighborhood. The features of the home looked similar to the homes around it. It had a single driveway with a carport. It had a small garden. It was two-story. It had a cobblestone passageway that led to the entrance.

The cab driver parked in the driveway.

Nana opened the door for Izuku and swayed her hand to follow her inside. SHewalked to the entranceway of the home. Instead of the usual of buzzing the intercom, she knocked a few times on the brick wall. After a couple of moments, she heard a hollow spot and pulled the false plaster from the wall. Inside of the false hole contained a key. She used the key to open the door into the home.

"This is one of my few residences, my darling," she said. "You are thousands of miles away from seeing my real home."

She held the door for him to enter. At the entryway, he pulled off his shoes. Obviously, there were not any available slippers or indoor footwear to use, so he had to walk with his socks.

Nana closed the door and told Izuku to follow her. She led him to the living room of the residence. It was dark and he was unable to see. She found a light switch. When the light turned on, the living room was very standard. It had two low-ended couches and a kotatsu. He was instructed to sit at the kotatsu.

He sat at the kotatsu. Although tensed, he kept calm because he knew that he was no position to call any shots.

"Have a seat," she told Izuku. "I will be right back."

He did as he was told. For a few minutes, she went into another room. When she returned, she had a tray that contained a pot and three small glasses. She gently placed it on the kotatsu before having a seat across from him. Izuku watched in silence as the woman carefully poured tea into each of the glasses. Nana placed the cup neatly in front of Izuku. From its scent, he knew that it was green tea. He nodded in thanks as he took the cup and drank it. It was very tasty, he thought. She herself took the cup, in both hands, and drank from it.

He then noticed the third empty glass. "What reason is the third glass for," asked Izuku.

"For this," replied Nana. In her possession, she had a razor blade. She, then, reached under the low-ended couches and pulled out a small bag. Inside were shaving cream and a towel. "The main event is now." She smiled at the surprised Izuku. "What I gave was a precursor of sorts." She took a sip of her tea. "Finish your tea so we can get you shaved. Plus, I bet you feel weird with your jelly on you. So cute!"

A few minutes later….

Izuku was out of his clothes. Nana purposely left him in his boxers. Using her teeth, she slowly pulled off his boxers. The scent of chestnuts and fresh squid loomed the room. She hoped that she would be able to keep the soiled boxers as a parting gift.

She instructed Izuku to spread his legs as she applied the shaving cream around his cock. She admired the size and the girth of his cock, envying the very woman who owned his cock. Izuku felt the lukewarm texture of the shaving cream meshed with his semen. Using the tea kettle to rinse off the residue, she proceeded to shave.

It was a tingling sensation. Izuku tilted his head, basking at the moment as the sound of the razor was making contact with his skin. He looked at it as therapeutic. Nana was careful to not nick him. When she was finished with one area, she applied a wet towel. He flinched when making the contact.

"You are such a natural at this," he said. "It is like ASMR or something."

She rubbed his hair. "Glad you are enjoying it." She lifted his butt so she can shave the rest of it. Whenever hair was on the razor, she would dip it into the teapot.

After a few more shaves, she was finally finished. She pulled out some lotion to apply to the bare areas. She let out a smile. "Smooth as a baby's bottom," she told Izuku.

About an hour later….

Izuku had to go commando for the evening as he decided to let Nana have his boxers as a parting gift. He sat on the couch as Nana sipped her specialty made tea with the third glass. He texted Ochako for the code word. Her response was Calliope. He didn't mind for he needed to rest tonight.

"Thanks for the wonderful time, Izuku," she said calmly as she issued out her payment. Izuku bowed to her as he accepted her payment. "I hope that I wasn't too harsh on you." She winked.

"You're fine," replied Izuku. "Your fetishes are not the worst. Please believe."

She took another sip of her tea. "I did want to have sex. However, I am on my cycle and I knew you were quite busy this week." Izuku came and kissed her on the lips. It calmed her down a touch. "It's okay. Whenever you can, we can do it. I am glad to give you a service."

"Can I allow my cab driver to take you back to the train station," asked Nana.

"That will be fine. Thanks," replied Izuku.

"Listen, I have a friend that might be interested in your service," said Nana.

"Send her information to Kayama-sensei. Then, Ochako will check it out," replied Izuku.

"Well, I am afraid that it might be tough," she said concerningly. "She actually comes from the League of Villians."

Izuku put his finger to his lips. "Let's see how we do next time we meet. Then I think about it," replied Izuku before giving her another kiss.

Nana escorted Izuku to the taxi cab. She tipped him again before giving him another kiss. "Until next time, cum again."

He bowed quietly as the taxi cab backed out of the driveway and returned him to the train station.

This concludes another story from the loo. Until next time….

To be continued….