FOREWORD
Dear Readers and Writers,
All I can say in my foreword, or author's note, is what this chapter will be about. Okay. Well, this chapter is told in Yumi's point of view. It also has language, drug usage, and sexual intercourse. So, please, if you are under the age of seventeen, please leave immediately. Thank you.
Love always,
AngelOfDreamsForEternity
Chapter 2: For a Hundred Dollars More
My name is Yumi Ishiyama. I am currently twenty-three years old. If you think I'm having a very enjoyable life, then think again, because you are totally wrong! I'm leading a horrible life, actually. It's because I'm working as a whore and I've experienced sex more than five times. I want a hundred more dollars and that's when I'll stop working as a whore! And, luckily, I haven't been pregnant yet. So, hai, thank you so very much, Buddha! I don't want to be pregnant yet.
So far, I have more than twenty-two thousand dollars from all those men I've had sex with. Here's the system. When it's my turn, I get up onto the stage in front of thousands of men. I drop my bathrobe and my body exposes to the men's eyes. I'm usually wearing a thin bikini and I'm getting very cold, to tell you the truth. But money is worth it.
None of the men I've had sex with replaces my crush, Ulrich Stern. He was my "friend" in middle and high school, but now I think of him differently. I don't think of him and me holding hands anymore. I don't dream of him and me kissing each other as the sun goes down. Being twenty-three makes me think more wilder. Yep, you guessed it. I fantasy about Ulrich and me…having sex! But I know that will never happen because I don't know where Ulrich lives, or where he works!
"Okay," a drunken female announcer's voice pulled me out of my quick reverie. I shook my head and decided to focus more. "Will Yumi Ishiyama, the Japanese beautiful bitch, step onto the stage? Yes, Kevin, you're fucking right."
I gulped as wild yells echoed off the walls of Mystio Café/Bar, the café/bar I work in. I stepped onto the stage, shivering because all I had on was a bathrobe and a bra and panty underneath my bathrobe.
Once I was onstage, drunken men yelled. I heard some men scream, "Take off the fucking bathrobe!" I gulped again and untied my belt.
"Oh, c'mon, already, you bitch, hurry up and take off the damn bathrobe!" Another man yelled.
I nodded and let the bathrobe slip to the floor, revealing my thin black bra and my red thong. People cheered like crazy and they yelled happily and continued drinking. Finally, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me down.
I watched the next girl get onto the stage and take off her bathrobe, then leaned down to the man who had grabbed me first. He was tall and attractive, with blonde hair and blue eyes like the ocean. His drunken smile added to his cuteness. I blushed when he stared at me.
"Um, hello," I greeted him quietly. "What's your deal and what's your name? I'm Yumi Ishiyama, by the way."
"Robert," the man replied with a toothy grin. Alcoholic air poured from his mouth. "But you can call me Robby, Yumi." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two fifty-dollar bills. "Can we have sex? I'll give you a hundred dollars if you say 'yes'!"
"Of course I say 'yes'," I replied. "Let's go!"
Robby smiled toothily and scooped me up in his arms. He walked through the crowd and reached the hotel part of Mystio Café/Bar. He, with me in his arms, walked up to his room. Once we reached his place, he opened the door and set me down.
"Welcome to Robby's crib!" Robby teased. He placed the money on a table and closed and locked the door behind him. He grinned and lit a candle. A romantic light brightened the room. I grabbed him close and kissed him. We collapsed on the bed, with Robby on top of me.
"Ooh, you're good," I commented him slyly. I placed my fingers on his shirt and unbuttoned it. I slipped his shirt down and threw it away. His muscular chest wasn't half-bad. I licked his full chest, causing Robby to groan.
"You're excellent," he complimented, and unclipped my bra. I blushed when it fell to the floor and my breasts were now exposed. Robby gasped.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in my hair. "Mind if I play with your boobs?"
"Not at all," I replied. I had to admit, I was having some fun. "Do as you want with me and I'll do what I want with you."
"Cruel, but fair!"
Robby kissed my panty and slipped it down onto the floor, revealing my pussy. He smiled and gave it a welcoming kiss. Robby licked all around my womanhood until he finally stuck his tongue into it. I moaned in pleasurable pain.
"Oh, Robby!" I shrieked as he moved his tongue up and down greedily, collecting wetness never collected by a man's own tongue. I clutched his head when he finished and pulled his head up to mine. I kissed him on the lips. We both opened our mouths.
I unfastened and discarded the rest of Robby's clothes. We were both fully in the nude on the bed, alone in a locked hotel room. I smiled. Sex was never as enjoyable as this.
"Robby, I like you!" I admitted.
"Me, too," he whispered back.
We both gasped for air after our big make out. Then Robby moved to my breasts. He suckled on one nipple, causing me to groan his name over and over.
I stopped moaning and stroked his manhood. He stopped suckling my nipple. I asked for permission on licking his dick. He nodded "yes". I grinned and did as I wanted with his penis. I suckled on it, making it shoot up with erection, and I knew he would barely wait to enter me. After a whole hour of endless nipple suckling, manhood licking, pussy licking, and breasts cupping we both agreed to do "it".
"Spread out for me, baby," Robby commanded. I spread my legs for him and he inserted his dick into my vagina. Robby moved in and out, faster and harder.
"Oh, Robby! Oh, Robby! ROBBY!" I shrieked his name over and over again. His name was like music to my ears. It seemed endless. We were both having fun.
Robby stopped after thirty minutes. We roamed each other's mouths for several minutes and then hugged each other close. Robby and I lay down on his bed, hugging each other and smiling after what we did.
"Tell me your cell phone number so that I could invite you to my house sometime," I ordered, getting a piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled down his number as he mumbled it, then we both turned off the candle. Moonlight poured in from the closed curtains and it seemed so romantic.
"I like you," Robby confessed. He looked deeply into my eyes. His blue eyes were so adorable. I blushed as he added, "In fact, I love you, Yumi."
"I like you the same, Robby," I replied. We both kissed for several minutes again and then Robby thrust his face between my breasts.
"You have such full breasts," Robby commented. I flushed a deep red as he began suckling on a nipple again. After he did this, we lay next to each other so close that our adult chests touched.
"I love you, Robby," I whispered as we fell into the dark hole of slumber. And I was now stuck between two loves: Ulrich and Robby.