I decide to add another chapter, I hope you like it.
She didn't why, but her love life was a real mess. And these simple words weren't enough to describe her misery. She can't deny it was entirely her fault, foolishness perhaps?
No, that was her life. She didn't deserve it, nevertheless, she had it. So, she was with no family, home or money. She lived in the street during most of the half of her childhood; she simply needed a way to survive from poverty and fear. She could steal or panhandle, but it does not necessarily make her happy. What was ironic was that her life had not taken a fabulous turn. That was rather the opposite. She was dirtier than before, and it was not because of dirt; she lived daily, but how she had soiled her soul. And no matter if she used a burning bath or cold water; she could never be entirely clean.
She was so weak, pathetic, and many other words more shameless. But she didn't care anymore, it was already done. She had to accept it, she belonged to others. No, she was wrong, only her body belonged to others. Because even if she didn't have choice, she will never love somebody, or trust someone, never! We could use her, but two could play that game.
Natsuki was outside the house. She knocked and waited patiently her hostess to open the way. Meanwhile, She tried to put her red wig correctly, and she inspected her appearance, and her light makeup.
Normally, there would be much more discovery, with a mini skirt, high heels, a privateer that would be revealing, more than necessary. That was her job to show her attributes. But her client wished the contrary the sobriety, so she obeyed; and she understood why. She was in a wealthy neighbourhood of Fuuka, and then be dressed like a prostitute could be disturbing, but funny. Reputation and discretion were sometimes essential for those wealthy people.
The door opened, and the brunette was speechless, Shizuru was stunning, she wearing a purple kimono; her hair was brush in a simple ponytail. And there was this particular perfume, which gave her vertigo. She seemed different today, more provocative.
Natsuki could easily see the long legs hiding behind the curtain of tissue, and her client's plunging neckline of the garment reveal her rather impressive cleavage, the cloth slowly slides over her perfect and seductive body. She looked like a Christmas gift, only to have wait to unpacked with the greatest fervour.
"Hello Zuru." Natsuki's raspy voice greeted.
"Good evening Nao. Don't be shy, you can come. " This woman was strange, she was beyond beautiful, and she probably had everybody around her little finger and probably more if she insisted, so why did she buy a prostitute? Perhaps she can't have that Nao? She was probably blind, because that goddess was perfect; she was clever, sexy, kind and rich. Who didn't want her? Some fools.
With time, Natsuki realized there were three kinds of clients:
-One who's only wanted sex, particularly rough sex with no feelings behind, including pleasure and release.
-The other, tender and emotional, they did had affection in their own life, they wanted to talked, to feel they weren't alone in this big world.
-And the last, those people who got trapped in their complicate life, and they needed some escape and freedom. And she was the solution.
Shizuru was certainly three of them, but which facets dominated more the others? She had no idea.
She remembered clearly the first time she noticed her client. It was late in the night; the night-worker was on street, searching for potential clients. And a black Mercedes stopped near the sidewalk. And, she saw that fierce and beautiful person. She was simply asking her direction, because she lost her way. Of course, the blunette tried everything to get her attention; her body was her fatal weapon. She ostensibly leaned forward, showing her boobs. But that mysterious driver didn't care; she only watched her green eyes. Stunned,it was a first in Natsuki's life. But that wasn't for that reason; because after having her information, Shizuru simply left. However, she came back few days later, and asked these constraints.
"What do you want today my sweet Zuru ?" The prostitute husked softly. Lips crashed the other hungrily and took every opportunity to play with her pray in a passionate dance.
"Be rough with me…take me, I'm so wet... I will become crazy if you don't touch me now; and I will be so mean with you." Kuga smirked and caught Shizuru by her wrist; she turned her violently against the door, which closed at its thrust.
Shizuru panted loudly against Natsuki's neck when the latter remove slowly her kimono, letting her totally naked in few seconds. Shizuru hated when Natsuki had so many clothes on her, she wanted to feel her against her. She dispossessed them, and proclaiming this body as her only possession. When the tea drinker saw a scratch in her skin, reality slapped hard her face, she was the only one to have the right to mark her! She's want to be the only one who could touch Natsuki! She growled in frustration and bit furiously Kuga's shoulder who moaning in pain. Blood poured slowly her porcelain skin.
"Faster!" It wasn't a demand but a desperate order. There wasn't anymore the polite and calm Shizuru, but an aggressive and frustrate person that needed her freedom.
"Harder!" Her eyes burned with desire, her nails scratched her scalps, and she violently removed Natsuki's wig.
"Don't dare to stop Natsuki!" That was an angry warning from Shizuru. Again Kuga was shocked with that alluring woman. Did the chestnut beauty called her by a real name ? She didn't know how to react, so it was Fujino who took that opportunity to completely dominate her prey.