"Excuse me, but would you kindly help a stranger?"
A dark-haired man with towering physique approaches a patron entering a downtown Tokyo bathhouse. The customer ignores him, and continues their way in without blinking an eye. The man slumps, but turns to look for anyone else who may be entering the building.
"Let's leave and come back a little later," your friend tugs at your elbow.
"He's way too creepy." She pretends to show you something on her phone to look busy so he won't approach.
"He's just dirty and trying to take a bath...Look's like he's been in a fight. I think I see blood on his shirt. What if he's hurt?" You frown, disliking her immediate distrust of everyone.
"A better question is what if it's someone else's?" She responds darkly.
"I think you're scared and looking for an excuse to bail on me. You promised you'd come with me so I wouldn't have to come alone..."
She scuffs her shoe on the sidewalk with obvious irritation, a hint of blush on her face.
"Well I did feel alot braver before seeing this guy...Think there's gonna be alot more like him inside?"
"By 'like him' if you mean men, then duh. That's the whole reason why we're doing this. Girls don't typically pay to watch someone shower."
Again your shy friend blushes. She had agreed to come with you so you could both make extra money.
"I thought you got a job?" she muttered quietly, again seemingly looking for a way out of her agreement.
"Yeah, well...they haven't called me for an assignment for a while, so I'm scraping." You sigh and cross your arms with frustration.
"You sure you don't feel like telling me what you do?" She asks with concern.
You give her an appreciative smile. You've known each other since you were children. Even your parents had known each other growing up, making your ties even closer. There was usually nothing you wouldn't share with her...
Except for what you do for a living. You try to sound casual instead of subversive,
"I promise it's nothing exciting. I'm more of a temp for different agencies in the city. There just hasn't been a demand for my specialities lately."
The man approaches another bathhouse customer walking in,
"Ah, pardon me, miss? Could you spare a-" She takes one look at his scarred face and scurries through the doors before he can finish. This time he curses to himself, scratching at the nape of his neck, sweltering in the heat of the summer.
"Come on, let's help him," you insist, tugging her by her wrist. She begrudgingly follows, though as you stop to call to the stranger from behind, she tears away. The last flashes of her hair zig-zag between the crowd of people littering the shopping center strip. The big chicken. Oh, well. Guess you were doing this without her.
"Hi there, do you need some help?" You try to sound cheerful and non patronizing. He's probably embarrassed enough by begging in public. He looks down at you, confusion knitting his brow.
"Yeah...You want to help me?" He turns around to face you. His black shirt is stretched tightly over his muscular chest. It's torn on one side, but there's no injury showing visably as a source for the blood staining through. Again your best friend's voice echoes in your head, 'What if it's someone else's?'
"Umm...You're just wanting to go in the bathhouse, right?"
Having his piercing eyes looking directly down at you made you suddenly aware of how much smaller you were. He had a scar on the side of his cheek that sliced into his upper lip that added to his menacing features. Like a rabbit at the feet of a ravenous wolf, you're frozen in fear.
"That's right. I'm not from here, and I got mugged in an alley not that long ago. I'm just trying to clean up and then try to figure out a way home." He sounds exhausted, and you can't help feeling sorry for him. Though you can't imagine who might have gotten the best of someone of his size. Before you realize what you're doing, you pull out some money you had tucked away in your wallet.
"Here you go...I'm sorry about what happened to you." You offer it to him, and his hands clasp around yours in thanks. They swallow you up in their immense size.
"Thank you. You know, you're the only kind person I've met on this trip. What's your name?" He smiles at you but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, they maintain his sad defeated expression.
You tell him your name, and he repeats it back to you, playing with the way it sounds, which oddly doesn't annoy you.
"You can call me Toji, okay? I don't normally give people my real name, but I'll make an acception for you."
Now that was an odd thing to say. You withdraw your hand from his, he releases you easily.
"I won't trouble you any further. You just have a nice night knowing you made mine better, alright?" He offers you a wave, then disappears through the entrance.
He must really need that shower, you think. You muster your courage and walk through the front doors too. Ready or not, you still need money.
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The bathhouse was divided into two halves, one for standard public use, and another for private viewing. The private viewing house was also divided into two sub bathhouses. One for solo watching, one for interacting. You followed the signs for private viewing and solo viewing. A girl about your age sits flipping through a magazine at the reception desk. She signs you in and hands you a locker key on a lanyard. There is no fee for you. She points to a sign that says Locker Rooms. Guess that's what's next. You take a deep breath and head inside.
It looks like any other locker room, walls of tiny cubicles with padlocks, square tile flooring that continues up the walls. There was one large doorway on the other side of the room with a curtain covering it. Above it flickered the green letters indicating Stage.
You wrap a towel around yourself and try to calm your pounding heart. The reviews of this place had said it was discreet, and comfortable, just like showering at home alone. Except there would be one-way glass surrounding the room where patrons could pay to watch you.
You shift nervously on your feet, then step through the curtain.
What you had expected to see was a dark lit showerhead with pitch dark glass walls surrounding it to obscure the viewers' faces. You're so relieved to find it really does look just like a normal shower. Although its huge, with multiple showerheads to choose from at all angles of the room. The walls were mirrors, so all that stared back at you was your own bewildered expression. Quickly you change to a more confident face, strolling with what you hoped looked like careless ease to the center. You drop your towel before you can think about it long enough to get scared, and drape it over a second spigot adjacent to you. Hopefully it would stay dry there.
Twisting the knobs for water you start the warm stream from the head of the shower and step beneath it, soaking your hair and face first. There are bars of soap in unopened packages tucked neatly in rows along the wall. Plucking one up, you toss the packaging next to you and start on your chest. You're positive that's what anyone watching you would want you to focus on, so you take your time. You hum quietly to yourself to keep your mind distracted, but bite the tip of your tongue between your teeth to stop from actually singing like you usually do in the shower. No need to embarass yourself that way.
Next you start your hair, making sure to let the shampoo bubbles cascade down your body when you rinse. You skip conditioner this time, already impressed by your bravery, but ready to leave. Now that you've completely finished bathing, you shut off the water and wrap the towel around your chest. Re-entering the locker room, you heave a sigh of relief and grin sheepishly to yourself. "I can't believe I just did that," you marvel. Then you wonder how much money you made. You get dressed and towel dry your hair some more before grabbing your things and leaving. The girl at the reception desk has moved on to a different magazine it looks like.
"Hi! So that was definitely interesting," you laugh nervously.
"Um, and I get paid now right?" The girl gives you a courteous smile that you recognize as the 'leave me alone' face, and hands you a white envelope.
"Thank you!" You take it and exit the way you came in.
Outside the bathhouse steps, you tear into the envelope look inside. Well, it was a nice start for sure. There must've been alot of people watching you. You grin and stuff the bills into your wallet. Tonight had turned out to be successful.
"Hey again," a voice calls to you. The stranger you had helped earlier must've finished at the same time as you. Toji. His hair was shiny and damp from having finally been washed. His shirt was sadly still a mess.
"Hi. Did you enjoy your shower?" you regret asking it as soon as the words leave your mouth.
It was a dumb question. He doesn't act like it though.
"I did, thanks to you."
"So...What are your plans now? You said you were mugged. How will you get home?"
"Ah, I called a friend. They'll be by to pick me up tomorrow. Looks like I'm on my own for tonight though." He stuffs his hands into his pockets. As if on cue, his stomach rumbles loudly.
Your heart clenches for him. Poor Toji, he was really unlucky it seemed. Once again your hands began to reach for your wallet, toward the money you had just earned. When he sees you pulling it out again, he holds up his hands to stop you.
"No, no. I'm not a charity case. I dont want you thinking this is something I normally do. I have pride as a man." he insists. Though his stomach loudly objects.
"It's okay," you reassure him, "the proud have to eat too, right?"
He rubs his chin in thought,
"Well, is there any way you would at least join me? I don't mind sharing if we need to."
Oh, that was...an entirely different matter. Going to dinner with a man you just met isn't something you've done before. But you do want to help him. You find yourself nodding in agreement.
There's a diner only a couple blocks away that you go to often, so you suggest it. Toji doesn't argue and follows at your side as you both make your way down the strip.
"So what were you in town for?" you ask casually, trying to make polite conversation.
"Business," he says simply, as if that were explanation enough. Then after a moment, possibly sensing your suspicion, he adds, "I have an independent business. We get called to do odd jobs for people who need our specialties. And we meet those needs."
That sounded alot like...
"What about you?" he asks.
Crap.
"I'm a student," you lie immediately.
"I figured, you look young. Though don't dorms normally have showers for their on campus students?"
"Uhh...yes. They do. But ours...are being remodeled currently." You are not a good liar, but thankfully he doesn't press you. He does however hold the door open for you as you enter the restaurant, which makes you swoon a small bit. The hostess gives a disapproving frown at your dinner date's disheveled appearance, but seats you promptly anyways. This was downtown, she's probably seen weirder things than a customer in a ripped bloody shirt. Besides, the place is nearly empty.
After being seated a server brings water and menus, which you glance over, but order your usual without a second thought. Toji makes his mind up quickly too. Then as the server leaves, you're left in awkward silence.
"So...what are you studying?" he asks, propping his chin into his hand.
"Studying? Oh, uhh...anatomy? And...art." Geez, take a class in lying why don't you, you scold yourself. Or at least creative writing.
"Huh," he arches a brow at you with confusion. "And what kind of job do you think that'll land you?"
An excellent question. Fuck.
"Oh, well...My mom was a nurse. And she had medical books around alot when I was a kid because that's when she did her training. I must've flipped through those books everyday looking at the diagrams because I enjoyed the pictures so much. Whether they were drawn diagrams or photographs."
"Photographs? Like bodies that were dissected?"
"Yeah, that sort of thing. Organs that were riddled with tumors, various degrees of burns. Oh, and stages of decomposition. I liked those."
"Sounds like you looked at pictures of corpses alot," he smirks despite his macabre observation.
"People donate their bodies for science all the time. They're learning tools not just corpses."
Perfect timing for the server to return with your order. She grimaces while setting down your plates, giving you a disapproving look at your topic of conversation.
You eat with idle chit chat, feeling more at ease now that you're getting to know each other. When the bill finally comes, you realize he still has nowhere to stay for the night.
"So...Toji, what exactly were you planning until morning?"
He shrugs, "Probably find a bench outside? Haven't thought about it to be truthful... I've been enjoying your company too much to want to think about that."
That last part makes your stomach flutter. You feel the same way about him.
"I can help you find a hotel if you prefer?" It comes out quietly, like something you don't want to be overheard saying. He leans in on his elbows.
"You really don't have to do that. I'll be fine. I'm in debt to you enough."
"But you were already mugged once. Aren't you worried about that happening again?"
"I have nothing else they can take."
"They could hurt you again though," you argue. This gives him pause.
"You're nice to care about that..."
"Please? If you say no, I'll just be worrying about you for the rest of the night and probably longer. You seem like a nice person. You shouldn't be sleeping somewhere unsafe." Your hand touches his in a comforting gesture. Finally he agrees,
"I don't see why I should worry you, but okay."
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You look for a reasonably priced hotel nearby. There are a few to choose from, but the less expensive ones are of course decked out with neon flashing lights and hearts in the windows. Still it's the cheapest option, so you go with it, trying to summon that same confidence you felt after leaving the bathhouse. Toji doesn't have his wallet so you provide your ID for the room.
"Are you going to come up with me?" His question makes you balk. You were a little curious what these rooms looked like on the inside of places like this.
"Um...okay," you squeak.
The girl behind the front desk giggles. She probably assumes you're a couple. Why else would you be there? Also you didn't have any luggage. You follow Toji up the stairs, your heartbeat swelling with each step. When he stops in front of a door and unlocks it, you step through after him. Both of you remove your shoes.
It's a cute room. No TV though. That's probably on purpose. A decently sized bed in the center, a single chair, a bedside table. Oh, it had packaged condoms resting on top. You shift your eyes to see if Toji had noticed them, but he's busy sliding open the balcony door.
Fumbling in his pockets he pulls out a small metal case. From there he slides out one cigarette.
"I know it's not much, but I'll share this with you," he offers.
"Sure, why not." Upon closer inspection when you accept it, you realize however that it's not tobacco.
"Toji!" you exclaim. He chuckles at your outburst.
"You don't have to if you don't want to" he withdraws it, lighting it himself and inhaling deeply.
"Fuck, I need this. My day was pretty bad. Until I met you."
"Glad I could help," you murmur, though you're not sure what else to say. You're alone in a hotel room with an older man you just met under odd circumstances. This time when he offers the joint to you, you accept it. Tonight was a night for new things.
"I need to repay you somehow," Toji says, more to himself than to you.
"But how can I do that?"
Your heartbeat hammers away again.
"Is there anything you can think of that I can do for you?" he asks with a smile playing across his lips. He leans over you, resting his forearm against the window. He's so much taller than you. You wonder to yourself if he could pick you up with only one arm.
You did have a fleeting thought that he could pay you back with his body, but that wasn't something you could make yourself say aloud. Toji's eyes study you carefully. You swallow hard, passing the joint back to him. He hits it slowly, maintaining his eye contact with you the whole time. This time he holds his smoke in and leans in further. When his lips touch yours, he exhales. You make a small sound without meaning to. He pinches out the burning cherry of his smoke.
"Is that a yes?" he asks you, already reaching forward and snapping one of the highest buttons of your shirt open.
You gasp lightly. Had he guessed what you were thinking? He smiles again at you, but it wasn't making you nervous anymore. Your skin tingles where his fingertips brushed against you. Your voice catches in your throat, unable to respond to him. His eyes drift lower to where he tease open a second button. The back of his fingertip glides up and down hypnotically, feeling your skin for the first time.
"So soft," he compliments, without looking up. The warmth from his hand sends chills down your body. You want him to explore more of you.
His dark hair falls over his eyes as he leans down, hiding them from view. His lips caress the base of your neck, boldly dragging his tongue along the edge of your collarbone. The sounds that come from you are pure simpering, high pitched whines begging for more.
"Tasty..." he chuckles against your neck before pressing more burning kisses into your skin. His teeth nip playfully, changing the pitch of your sounds as he travels up your jawline with deliberate pacing. The barest friction of his face brushing yours makes you squirm as you turn toward him, your body moving on its own. His nose aligns with yours and your eyes close when your lips meet. You're the one to open first, inviting his tongue to play with yours.
There's the bunching of your skirt up your thighs, and no resistance from you in the least. His thumb circles you with intentional softness. You moan into the kiss, feeling his lips curl into an amused smile. Sliding your underwear to the side, he slowly circles you again, this time lower. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, a dizzying rush overtaking you.
"Ohh," you sigh, your fingers digging in to his shoulders.
"Yeah? Right there, baby?" he asks in a deep, sultry voice.
"Feels good right? Might be best if you lie down, sweetheart."
He barely steps forward, taking his free hand behind you for support as you fall back onto the bed. Your eyes widen as he kneels over you, returning his hand between your legs. When his mouth opens and you feel his tongue sweep across your lower lip, you whimper louder than before. Encouraged by your sounds, his hands slip around your waist. Once again you marvel at how small they make you feel. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he encourages your legs to slip around his waist. There's something hard pressing between your legs that makes your body surge with heat. Slumping against his shoulder, you whimper into his ear, fingertips curling into his shirt passionately before pulling it off.
"Ohh, fuck..." you swear as the multicolored city lights from the window illuminate his bare chest. Your fingers lock into his belt, demanding its removal wordlessly with a solid tug.
"Mmmm, you're fucking cute, you know that?" he laughs at your speechlessness, nipping at your neck until more of your sounds come pouring out finally. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. Beneath he's wearing tight boxer briefs, straining in the center.
"Ohhh..." your mouth hangs open in disbelief. Even through the dark fabric, you could plainly see that he was enormous.
"So fucking cute," he emphasizes each word as he reaches forward to finish unfastening the remainder of your buttons, though your shirt is no longer doing its job anyway. Rolling your skirt up, he pulls your underwear off next.
"Don't think you'll be needing these..."
"You either!" you agree, reaching with a foot to tug down his waistband between your toes. He springs out fully, gaining another approving groan of anticipation from your hungry lips.
"Ooh, so talented," he grabs your feet in each hand and pulling your socks off. Then he starts sliding his now exposed cock between them. You gasp, your mouth hanging open as he gently swings his hips toward you.
"Fuuuck..." you moan louder.
"Please."
"Mmmm. Please what? What can I do for you?" he asks in a teasing tone.
He's going to make you say it, you realize. Embarassment holds your tongue, you're still too proud to beg for him to fuck you. But your resolve is quickly weakening with each thrust.
"Please...please ... fuck me," you groan at last. Unable to keep your pretense of control any longer.
"Oh, I intend to, babydoll. But first..."
He releases your feet and takes your knees instead. Parting them easily, he settles between your thighs, exhaling warm air against your sensitive skin until you shiver. You feel his tongue first, softly exploring you. The vibrations of his resounding moans send shockwaves up your spine.
"Oh, God!"
"Mmmmmm," he restates, which only makes you moan again.
When he comes up for air, you grip his shoulders fiercely.
"Okay...now you're ready," he announces, reaching for a condom from the bedside table. You watch him as he puts it on, unable to look at anything else. When he steps back toward you, you're already yanking him forward, dying of impatience. He laughs at your enthusiasm, allowing you to sit on top.
You settling over his hips, aligning his cock to press just at your entrance. He's teased you too much now to hold back. You're aching for him. You guide him inside, pausing to enjoy his visable reactions to you. There is an audible hiss as he arches up to meet your descent.
"Oho, yesss. Ride me baby," he coaxes in a much more supplicant tone. His hips thrust up, slipping his cock farther into you.
"Ah! Ohh, fuck. Toji!"
He moans even louder, pulling you down and thrusting up again.
"Yeah, say my fucking name, I like that."
Another wave of his movement rolls through you, that sweet friction milking the softest sighs of ecstasy from deep within you. It's getting so hard to speak, being impaled on his throbbing length is forcing you to your limits. He bites your shoulder, making you yelp with shock. His hips press into you with more force, loving your sighs and gasps. You feel his hands slip beneath your ass, squeezing appreciatively. "Fuck," his voice vibrates against your ear.
"Turn over," he commands.
You're reluctant to pull away, but the promise of his words is too tempting for you.
"Like this?" You swing your knees beneath you, carefully pulling off of him with a wet sound you both absolutely noticed.
"Goddamn. Yes, just like this..." You feel his hips behind you.
"Ready?" He asks but you feel him pressing back in before you can answer. His hips work gently to grind himself into your most sensitive spot,
"You like this?"
"Mmm! Ahh-Fuck!" He gives you a hard slam just as your voice pitches. Playing with his rhythm and the breathy gasps of delight that come forth, as his instrument, he tunes your body to his own pleasure.
"You want me to make you cum, pretty baby?" His warm fingers slip between your legs, circling over you to drive you harder to your climax. His hips slam into your ass faster, a gruff collection of his praises for you intermingling with his panting.
There is no sound when your orgasm claims you, your air forced to a halt when a strong hand grips around your neck from behind. He pulls out of you, flipping you over in a smooth motion. A thunderous groan splits the silence and the warmth of his cum spilling between your thighs makes you twist beneath him, all too happy to receive it.
His hand eases its grip on your neck but stays in place,
"Oh, sorry bout that," he laughs easily, drumming his fingers against your glistening skin.
"Don't be," you hold his massive hand in place with both of yours, squeezing to encourage him to resume that lovely vice.
"I loved it."
"Mmm, so did I," he agrees.
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Toji rolls out of bed, careful not to wake you. Digging through his pants left discarded on the floor from earlier, he pulls out a cell phone. The screen glows with an alert for 3 missed calls.
"Shit," hits redial, and ducks out the sliding glass doors of the balcony.
"This is Fushiguro. Yeah, sorry. I ran into a bit of trouble with the target, but the mission was successful. He's taken care of...You have something for me now, yeah?
I'll be heading your way in the morning...No, don't send a driver. I'll take the train...What took so long?"
He glances over his shoulder back at your sleeping form, snuggled soundly in the sheets. There's a smile plastered on your face even in your dreams.
"Sorry...guess I got a bit sidetracked. The city's just as much fun as I remembered."
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