Author's Notes:
All Characters are above 18.
I've added some of my OC's as supporting characters to the main cast.
Surnames are not canon.
Both Yuzuriha and Chris are 20 years old.
(Lowkey wanted to write a Yandere Story about the LC Gemini twins. Hope you enjoy the story) _
I, Yuzuriha Hoshino, am a college student trying to make ends meet, currently working at an establishment called Ladies' Night in Athens, Greece. It wasn't anything special, just your typical hostess bar. Well, my work there was nothing special either; Whenever I had work shifts during the day, I would work as a waitress, and at night I worked as a dancer. Nothing wrong with that, right? I mean, it's not like I'm being forced into doing these things or anything. And besides, I'm getting paid for them! Why should I complain about something so trivial? However, as I continued working at 'Ladies' Night,' I grew to love my job more. Especially my night shift when all of the customers are gentlemen who have money to burn and no worries in the world. They came from different countries like England, France, Germany, Russia, Ukraine, Italy, Japan, China, and America. The most amazing thing about these foreign customers is their languages. The way they speak, the words they use, and how they express themselves. It makes me want to learn other languages so that I can understand what they're saying. After all, I've always wanted to communicate better with people around the world.
"Hello! Welcome to Ladies' Night!" I greeted my customers cheerfully.
"Yuzuriha Hoshino is my name. How may I assist you today?" with the notepad in my hand, I looked down at them, smiling happily. They smiled at me before I took note of their eyes and saw that they were staring at my chest, and some leaned back in their seats, taking a glance at my ass. This was nothing new, and I had gotten used to it. The outfit I wore was made specifically for this purpose. I wore a black miniskirt with a tucked-in white shirt. The buttons were unbuttoned and opened up halfway, showing off my cleavage, my breasts were just above average but large enough to fill out the clothing well. The skirt was also short enough that it showed off my thighs, the bottom of my panties peeking through the slit. If I bent over, my underwear would be completely visible. Lastly, I wore black high heels, accentuating my legs' curves.
As I served my customers drinks and food, they continued talking amongst each other in a language I didn't understand. The languages I was more familiar with were mostly English and Greek. I could tell by how they talked that they spoke Spanish. I think. I don't know. They spoke to me, but I looked at them in confusion, and luckily, they could see that I didn't understand them, and they spoke in English. They spoke English quite fluently without any mistakes. I had no idea where they came from until one of them said to me,
"You're Japanese, aren't you?" as I handed him his glass of wine.
"No, I'm Tibetan." With a smile, I responded. It didn't bother me when people asked me this because many foreigners assumed I was Japanese due to my name. They didn't seem to care if I was from Tibet, Japan, or anywhere else. People only cared about one thing: that I was beautiful.
"Tibet, you say? Interesting. I had no idea that the nation had such attractive women. In fact, you resemble a Japanese girl so closely that I couldn't tell the difference. Your face, hair, and physique..." As he talked, his eyes moved from my feet, up my legs, over my stomach and finally stopped on my breasts. He stared at my cleavage for a while before looking up at my eyes.
"What do you say we go somewhere more private? I'd really like to get to know you better," he said. His voice was deep and smooth; he had a sort of commanding presence about him. Like I'd ever agree to this man. His friends seemed to agree as they nodded in response to his suggestion. I ignored his advances and smiled at him, bending over to give him a little more of a view of my cleavage and grabbing his chin.
"Too bad, Sir. I don't take orders from men like you." I stood up straight again and walked away from the table. I didn't need to look back to know they were looking at me. I could feel their eyes on me as I returned to the counter to grab another drink order. I lowkey couldn't wait for the day to be over so I could get ready for the night shift. I was hoping that the customers would be less annoying than usual.
Finally, it was that time of the night. I smiled in the mirror, brushed my hair and looked at my revealing outfit. The Contrast Sequin Fringe Trim Halter Tie Side Bikini Swimsuit had a matching halter tie on each side for an easy fit, with the sexy look of glittery sequins all over the bikini. It left nothing to the imagination. I knew how hard these men were going to stare at me tonight. To have them watch me dance wearing just this bikini while they're thinking about the many things they'd like to do to me in the back of their minds. I laughed out loud and shook my head as I thought about it.
On the other hand, my co-workers would be wearing very different outfits than mine. They were going to wear the Sexy Sequin High Cut Thong Lace Up Pushup Bra and Garter Belt Set while the others had on either Lingerie or Bondage outfits. Different options so they could fulfil whatever fantasy the men wanted. Everyone looked amazing in their costumes; not one person lacked any attention from anyone else. Naomi, my only friend, was doing more of a sexy western theme with her outfit. Even I found her extremely hot. She approached me. She was two years older than me and had more experience, whereas I was still a noob at the night shifts but had "Natural talent", my boss quoted several times since I started working there. She whispered, "I saw you laughing earlier; what was so funny?"
"Just thinking about how hard they're going to be staring at me when I dance."
"Are you finally going to reveal your identity tonight by not wearing the mask like you always do? She laughed, "I've always been told that I have a great body, but I'm sure most of those men are looking forward to seeing you the most. You know they're all dying to find out who you really are. It's driving them crazy not knowing."
I smiled and held my silver face mask. "I prefer to keep my anonymity. But they shouldn't have come here tonight if they can't handle not knowing." I said with a laugh. She gave me a warm hug and walked away before performing her act on stage. Looking around me, I was indeed the only dancer who had chosen to wear a mask. Wearing one or not made no difference in the way the men stared at me; everyone was looking forward to watching me dance. That was all that mattered to me.
I took a seat on one of the couches when Mr Adamos (The owner of Ladies Night) barged in the room with a huge grin on his face. He was the best boss to have around. He was kind, wise, generous, and genuinely cared about his employees and customers. He wished the dancers good luck and told us to perform to our best ability. Mr Adamos approached me and asked to speak with me in private. I stood up and followed him into one of the rooms.
He sat down across from me in a chair. "Yuzuriha, my best dancer of the night, how are you feeling today?" he asked with a smile.
I chuckled, "Quite well, I must say. All the excitement has gotten me pretty excited for tonight. What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr Adamos?"
"Well...I don't know how you'll take it, but I'd like to ask a favour from you,"
"What kind of favour, sir?" I asked curiously.
He sighed, "Would you consider not wearing your mask tonight? Your performance will be just as memorable without it."
I kept my mask in my hands, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr Adamos. However, I still think it's important for me to keep my mask on. My identity is not something I wish to share with everyone. I'm afraid I can't agree to your request." I said politely. Mr Adamos adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.
"Not for everyone, only for one man who requested to see you with your mask off. And he happens to be the biggest client we have. It would be a great honour for him to see you with your face and to witness your beauty. You're my star performer, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
I took a deep breath, "...And if I refuse?"
"Then he would be disappointed and won't give us another chance to cater to him. You may lose out on a lot of money. So please consider this. You don't want to disappoint me, right?"
I looked at him, "No sir, I don't. But I still have to decline."
Mr Adamos leaned back in his chair and exhaled loudly. "He has already requested a private show from you and made a deposit of 100 000 Euros."
My heart sank. "But why did he choose me? I'm just one of many who work here."
Mr Adamos stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders, "You're the only one he looks forward to seeing every time he comes to the club."
"How old is this man?" I asked carefully."
He's 27. A young man, isn't he? Wealthy as they come to. The perfect gentleman, handsome, respectful, and a real class act. I've never seen anyone so keen on pleasing women. His entire life revolves around pleasure for himself and others." Mr Adamos winked, "He's very picky, though. He likes to ensure that everything is done perfectly and according to his standards, which makes you so special, Yuzuriha. You're not like the other girls. You're unique in your own way, and that's why he loves you. He's never been so intrigued by a woman before. There's something about you. So much more than your looks. I'm not the one to tell you this, but I believe him when he says that he wants to see you with your mask off. It's because he thinks you're beautiful beneath it. Only for him, not for anyone else."
I sighed, "I understand. Thank you for telling me this. I'll do as you say and go ahead and remove it."
Mr Adamos smiled, "See? I knew you'd agree. Now come, he's waiting for you in the other room," he said, letting go of my shoulder, and I stood up, looking down at him.
"Wait, what about my performance? I still need to dance," I asked nervously.
Mr Adamos laughed, "Ah, there is no need for that; I've already asked one of the dancers to replace you for tonight. Follow me, and I'll lead you to where he is."
Dear god, what have I gotten myself into this time? I pray that Mr Adamos wasn't lying when he said this man was young and handsome.
We both stood outside of the room, and just when I was about to enter, he stopped me and grabbed my hand. He gave me a...
"No, ah uh, this is not happening," I mumbled quietly.
"Why not? What's wrong?" he asked with a concerned look on his face. I bit my lip in embarrassment and looked at the box of condoms in his hand.
"I thought I was going to dance for him, not have sex with him. I'm still a virgin, you know!" I yelled at him...quietly.
"Ahh, so you're a virgin, huh? You're lucky. Not many people are nowadays..." He said, sounding surprised.
I rolled my eyes, "So what! I am not proud of it. It's embarrassing to admit that I'm still a virgin at my age. I mean, it's not like I haven't tried. I just can't seem to find the right guy to seduce me or even try to get intimate with me. I know I'm beautiful, but that's not enough for them to risk having sex with me."
He shook his head, "It's not your fault that you're a shy girl. Don't let it bother you. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Everything will be fine, trust me."
He smiled at me, and I felt a little better knowing someone would help me. At least somebody cares. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. A warm light greeted my eyes. "Hello, Yuzuriha," he said with a smile. I turned around and saw the most handsome guy I'd ever seen.
"Hi." I replied awkwardly. The room he booked out was huge. There were red velvet couches, expensive paintings on the walls and a large bed in the centre of the room covered in black silk sheets. The curtains were drawn shut. The bed was huge. The room was dimly lit. A large glass bowl filled with water beside the bed and a small rose petal floating in the water. I gulped quietly and stood close to the door with the box I hid behind my back. I couldn't help but feel nervous. I've never seen such a sexy man in person before. He was really tall, with long blue hair and a matching set of blue eyes. His tanned skin tone made him look even sexier. I could hear soft music playing from somewhere in the room.
"Please come closer, Yuzuriha," he said with a soothing voice, smiling at me. I slowly walked towards him, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He was watching me closely, and I could see him taking note of every little detail about me. I could smell his sweet scent and see his reflection in the mirror above the bed. I blushed and looked away quickly."
You're beautiful," he said huskily. He was staring at me with lustful eyes.
I bit my lower lip nervously and nodded, "Thank you." I answered softly, trying to suppress my trembling voice. I felt his hand slide down my arm to grab the box of condoms. I didn't move. I watched him carefully as he opened the box and looked inside. His fingers reached for one, and he held it up; I could feel myself shiver.
"Is this what you want?" he asked me.
Not really, but I couldn't tell him that to his face now, could I? I took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes... I do." I whispered.
His eyes widened, and he smiled, "Well then, we should get started then, don't you think?" he asked me, and I nodded, slowly reaching behind me to undo the top when he stopped me.
"First dance for me," he said, moving to the middle of the room. I followed after him, and I stared at his back. He brought out a chair and sat while he eyed me curiously. I tried to calm myself down; I was shaking. I took another deep breath and began. I closed my eyes, and I remembered all the moves I had learned. My body began to move by itself. I lifted my arms and began to twirl gracefully on the spot, and I felt him staring at me. When I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling at me. He was enjoying my performance, and I felt relieved. At some point in my life, I knew I'd have to have sex with one of the clients as the other dances did. It was a choice that Mr Adamos gave us if we wanted to engage with the clients. Of course, I chose not to because I was afraid of getting sexually involved with a man. But now I had no choice. I had to do it.
I kept dancing for him and felt his eyes moving across my body. I lowered myself onto my knees and placed my hands on his thighs. He groaned softly while my hands were caressing them. I raised my head and looked into his eyes, "Do you like that?" I asked him gently. He nodded, and I continued; I stood up, standing in front of him. My hands slowly touched my waist before moving up to my chest. My hands moved behind me, undoing the bikini top. I undid the strings and pulled off the cloth before dropping it to the floor. My breasts were revealed, and I let out a gasp. I expected him to be shocked, but he wasn't. He just watched me as I danced. I felt a little disappointed. Maybe I should take off more than I am wearing? I thought to myself. I removed my skirt and stepped out of it, leaving me in just my G-string. Can't believe I'm about to have sex with my first client. Meh, at least his hot and not some old man.
I took hold of his hand and lead him to the bed, where I pushed him onto his back. I climbed over him, leaning forward slightly to feel his body through his shirt. I blushed slightly at how nice and toned his body was. My hands unfastened his tie, and I took it off. I unbuttoned his shirt seeing his muscular chest and abs. When I finished undoing his shirt, I leaned forward and kissed his chest. I ran my tongue along his chest and heard him groan softly. I took his right nipple between my lips and sucked on it slowly. I felt his body shudder, and I smiled. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close to him, his hands roaming over my naked body. His hands went down to my ass, feeling my butt. I moaned quietly as he squeezed my ass cheeks. I laid wet kisses along his neck and shoulders while his hands kept groping my ass and grinding his pelvis into mine. I could feel his erection pressing against my intimate parts, and it felt embarrassing for me. I didn't know how to handle the situation, so I stopped and sat up—trying to think of something else to distract me from the fact that he was aroused.
"What do you want, Yuzuriha?" he asked me; I turned to look at him.
"I..." I stuttered.
"Tell me what you want Yuzuriha. Let me make you feel good," he said huskily, and I blushed again. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to say to him, "Um..." I mumbled, unsure of myself.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" he asked me; I nodded, and he laughed, "Don't worry about it. You'll enjoy it," he said confidently.
I took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay." whispering in response. He smirked, switching positions, and he straddled my waist. He lowered one of his fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he slid his finger inside. Relying on my instincts, I began licking his digit. I moaned as I tasted him. His scent and taste filled my mouth. I licked his finger clean and slipped it back between my lips. He chuckled, watching me. "Does that turn you on?" he asked me.
I nodded. I was still nervous and shy, but I felt excited and curious. He pulled his wet fingers out of my mouth and trailed them between my breasts. He reached for my nipples, squeezing each of them and kissing them softly. I closed my eyes as he played with my breasts. He pinched my nipples and then flicked them lightly with his tongue. He teased me like this for a few minutes. I felt a surge of heat between my legs. He pulled away, and I sighed softly. I wanted his touch back on my breasts, but he didn't give it to me. Instead, he moved his finger to my pussy and rubbed it through my G-string. The sensation made me moan, and I spread my legs wider for him. He slipped a finger inside me, and I gasped. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, and I arched my hips towards him. Having someone touch me there felt weird, but the pleasure was incredible. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. While his hand worked on me, he brought his attention back to my breasts. He sucked on each of my nipples, and I squirmed. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by him. I loved how gentle he was with me. I never imagined I would experience this kind of connection with anyone.
He moved his finger faster, and I was panting heavily. I gripped the sheets around me tightly, and my breathing quickened. I was close to cumming, and I knew if he kept going, I would explode. He slowed his motions, and I moaned loudly. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled back at me, and I noticed his cock was hard in his pants. He shifted his position so his hardness was pressed against my leg. I looked down at his hand stroking me and bit my lip. I held his wrist to keep him from moving his hand. I needed to cum so badly now.
"Yuzuriha, do you need to cum?" he asked me; I nodded, and he continued to stroke me gently. I thrust my hips towards his hand, trying to find release. He lifted his finger and I moaned softly. "Does that feel good?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Yes," I breathed. He smiled and slid his finger inside me again. I shuddered at the sudden intrusion. He teased me with his finger, and I moaned louder. He slipped another finger into me, and I writhed on the bed. I lifted my hips trying to take more of him inside me. He gave me what I wanted, and the longer he fingered me, the closer I was to reaching an orgasm. "Please don't stop," I begged him, and he relented. He sped up, and I cried out as I came on his fingers. I couldn't help it. My body convulsed, and I gasped for air as a wave of pleasure rocked my world.
When I recovered enough to speak, I was surprised to hear myself ask him, "Are you going to fuck me?" I was shocked by my boldness.
His smile grew bigger, and he nodded, "Yes, I'm going to fuck you." he said, and I blushed. 'Guess there is no avoiding it now,' I thought.
He sat up, and I saw that he had removed the condom from the packet, "Are you ready?" he asked me, and I nodded. He unbuckled his belt, undone the buttons of his pants and pulled the zipper down. His cock sprang free, and I gasped. I looked at him, and he smiled at me. It was big! That alone scared me, but I also knew how much I wanted to be fucked by this man. I wanted his cock inside me.
"This might hurt a little, Yuzuriha," he said softly. 'Well, duh, this was going to hurt', I thought to myself. He put on the condom, and I watched him. I was so nervous. I felt my heart hammering in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. He grasped my thighs and pushed them open further for him. He took hold of himself and guided his cock to my pussy. He brushed his tip against my folds, and I could feel how wet I already was. He moved slowly, pushing his head up to my entrance. My muscles clenched around his shaft, and I sucked in my breath sharply.
"Easy, easy," he whispered to me and eased into me. My hands rested on his navel, pushing back, not wanting him to move further.
"I'm sorry, I just..." I started to say but he cut me off.
"It's alright, Yuzuriha. I know your first time will hurt a little," he said. He moved forward again and I gritted my teeth. I couldn't believe how tight I was around him. He was huge inside me and slid a couple of inches inside me before stopping.
"Just relax," he told me soothingly as he moved his hips back and forth. I sighed deeply, and he started moving slightly deeper into me. I felt him pressing against my deepest parts, and he paused.
"This part will be the most painful," he said. I nodded to him, and he pulled back till the tip was out; he pushed in all of his length, causing my eyes to widen. The pain was excruciating, and I cried out, squirming underneath him, trying to move away from him. He grabbed my hips and held me firmly still. He began to move slowly and I could feel him stretching me. I groaned in agony, and tears fell from my eyes. He let go of my hips and wiped the tears from my face.
"You're doing very well, Yuzuriha; I promise it will only last a moment," he assured me. I nodded, and he kept stroking me, easing back and forth. My mind was reeling, and I was fighting an urge to scream. 'How in the world do other women do it? What is their secret to handling something like this'?
As if he sensed my thoughts, he leaned over me and kissed me hard on the lips. There goes my first kiss, I thought to myself. I didn't kiss him back but I did moan into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He resumed fucking me slowly, and I gasped each time he bottomed out inside me. I panted heavily and bit my lip as he continued to push into me. From the stories that Naomi and the others told me, was to never let the client see you cry. As much as I wanted to not let him see me in pain, I couldn't help it.Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I sobbed while he kissed me.
'My God, how long will this last?' I wondered to myself. I was mortified that I was crying right in front of him. I tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip and held me close. I couldn't stop shaking, and I felt so weak. I tried to think about anything else but the pain. I thought about the other girls who had done this. I remembered how they all said that it got easier after a few minutes. I hoped that was true because at this rate I would die. The second thing they told me was never to let the client kiss you. It was one of the rules, and I was breaking it. I felt my heart racing as his tongue ran along mine, and I moaned into his mouth. His kisses were getting more passionate, and his thrusts into me became rougher. Every inch I took from him made me gasp. He kept kissing me, and I felt him get even harder. The pain was subsiding, but I was still feeling sore.
Thinking back to the first two rules I broke, I knew they would be surprised when I get the chance to tell them about my experience. They were not official rules made by Mr Adamos; instead, we made them for ourselves. The first rule was understandable about not crying in front of the client. The second rule I didn't quite see what the problem was. A man wants to keep his partner happy and satisfied, so why wouldn't he want to kiss her?
Last and far from the least was the last rule. Never catch feelings for the client. No matter how good the sex is or how much you like him. The relationship between the employee and the client is strictly business. You are there to service him sexually and nothing more. So that means no falling in love. Now that I am thinking about it, I wonder how many girls have fallen in love with their clients. I bet none because if they did they would not be working here. My attention focused on him again. He broke the kiss and buried his head into my neck. My hands caressing his back, well...more like his suit jacket. I took note of the length of his hair and how soft it was. I moaned under him as he thrust into me. He slid even deeper and I felt him hit my deepest parts. He groaned, and I could feel him throbbing inside me. He picked up the pace, and the bed shook; accompanying it was the sound of our bodies slapping together and the banging of the headboard. Tch. I feel sorry for whoever was on the other side of the wall. I had a beast pounding into me, and I loved every minute of it now.
He pulled back and looked down at me. I watched as his eyes were glazed over with lust. He then grabbed my chin and turned my face towards his. He then licked across my lips, and I opened my mouth slightly for him. He pushed his tongue inside, and I sucked on it. He moaned into my mouth and thrust into me faster. His strokes became erratic and he went faster and faster. I was moaning into his mouth, and he was groaning back at me. He was grunting and breathing through his nose. I was holding onto his shoulders as he moved his hips. I was actually enjoying this. I was starting to enjoy this. I was having fun! I never thought that it would feel this great. I mean, I knew it would hurt at first, but I didn't think it would get any better. My moans grew louder, and I closed my eyes as I let go completely. All of the pain, all the embarrassment, everything just disappeared. I forgot that I was being fucked by a stranger, and instead, I was lost in the pleasure. I started panting heavily, and I felt my orgasm building. I cried out and arched my back. I squeezed my legs around him and I reached my peak. My juices gushed out of me and coated his cock. He smirked and buried himself deep inside me. I felt him throbbing hard inside me, and his body stiffened. He held onto my hips tightly while he came.
"Fuck!" he whispered into my ear.
Jesus Christ, am I only now taking in how deep and sexy his voice sounded? Hearing him whisper that word sent shivers through my whole body. He pulled and saw how full the condom was. He rolled it off and tossed it in the bin. I lay there catching my breath. I felt good. Really good. My hands moved between my legs, and my private parts felt wet but mostly sore. I wasn't used to something that big inside me. Looking back at him, he started taking off his jacket, followed was the rest of his clothing. Then I saw him take out another condom, and I freaked out. Again!? The stamina that this man must have. Each session lasted an hour, and when Ilooked up at the clock on the wall, Irealised that his time was almost up, but he was still going strong.
"Excuse me, sir, our session is almost over," I said, trying to get up, but he stopped me.
"I paid for full night services, and I am not done yet." He smirked, and I sighed.
'The things I do for money,'
The rest of the night I had spent with a stranger fucking my brains out. I never thought that sex could be this intense. This guy made me orgasm multiple times, and each one was stronger than the previous one. He kept telling me how amazing and how tight I was. I was a little embarrassed by the compliments and the fact that I was getting off on them. But I couldn't deny the feeling of happiness that radiated throughout me. I was truly enjoying myself. And the best part was knowing I was making him happy too. We fell asleep together, naked, with me on top of him. That's the only way that I can describe it. I felt comfortable and safe. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He kissed the top of my head and I instantly drifted to sleep.