I found myself in an unfamiliar bar called Happy Hosho's. Ironic, since most of the people sitting here looked like death warmed over them. It may as well have, considering it was only the afternoon. I managed to walk around the entire city before finding my way here. Out of all the people here, one girl caught my eye, and I instantly recognized her. Hammy...oh wait, Kimiko, I believe. She was by herself in a booth, with four empty bottles of booze, chugging down a fifth. She might have been drunk, but she was a large girl; she could probably hold her liquor. She wore her usual pink outfit with socks on her sandals. Not wanting to associate with her, I started to make my way towards the restroom...

"Hey Shinpachi!" she bellowed over everyone. I'm surprised she knew my name. Crap, this probably means I have to address her...or do I?

"Baka-Shinpachi!"

Crap. That was way too similar to how Kagura addresses me. I figured I should probably go see what she wants before she makes a scene. I sat down across from her, watching her gulp down booze. And of course, like Kagura does when she drinks, she belched without consideration for the people around her.

"Um, hello there Ha...er, Kimiko," I said, "What did you want from me?"

"Nothing much," said Kimiko, "Just an odd job for you guys. I figured since you rescued me from the [hiccup] Amanto, you could handle it. In fact, you alone could do the job."

"I guess this sounds simple enough," I said relaxing a bit, "What's the job?"

"I have a hotel room a couple of blocks down," Kimiko said, starting to slur, "I want you to take me back there when I'm done drinking."

"THAT'S the odd job?" I asked, "Carrying your drunk ass back to your hotel?"

"Quit your complaining, short stuff," she said, wagging her finger at me, "Do you want to make quick rent money, or not?"

"Okay fine," I said, reluctantly giving in, "Let's get you there."

"Not now, baka," said Kimiko, "When I'm done drinking..."

That wasn't for another 22 drinks. A big girl her size could probably do six or seven. But even for her, 22 drinks was too much, and now she was utterly and completely hammered. And guess who had to carry her back to her hotel? That's right. Me. I don't know how much she weighs, but it was clearly more than me. And I wasn't even technically carrying her, per se. More like she had her arm slumped around my shoulders while the rest of her body dragged me down as she mumbled a bunch of drunken crap.

"I-I knew you were a...a wuss, Shinpachi," Kimiko said, 'You, you can't even carry a deli...delicate girl like me..."

Delicate? Ha!

"Whu...where you going, baka?" asked Kimiko, "It's this one right here!"

What she was referring to was the hotel she was staying at. I could not have been happier in my life (at least I will be once I'm done dragging her to her room). As I guided Kimiko through the lobby, I noticed that even though people saw us, they didn't change their expressions, as if they were used to seeing drunks being carried through lobbies. Or maybe Kimiko has more of a reputation here than I initially thought. Either way, I was almost done, having made it into the elevator.

"Which room are you in?" I asked.

"412," replied Kimiko, "My...my room key's in my back pocket."

I didn't think kimonos had back pockets, but sure enough, her kimono did. I reached back and grabbed it while unintentionally grabbing something else. Something rather hard for a girl her size.

"A-Already grabbing my ass, baka?" asked the sloshed Kimiko, "I knew you wanted me!"

I would have corrected her if I wasn't so driven to finish carrying her. I proceeded to open the hotel door, walking in the one-bed room (with a small little bathroom in the corner). I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief as I was finally able to drop her across her bed where she instantly passed out cold, snoring like a gorilla. Wiping sweat off my forehead with my sleeves, I started to head out, deciding this was more trouble than it had been worth. But then something hit me...a funky odor hit my nose. I opened the bathroom to double check. Clean as a whistle. Apparently, not even a girl like Kimiko could de-sanctify a bathroom. Nor was it myself. Trust me, I checked. Same goes for Kimiko's hair. Everything in this room seemed to check out. Except...

...her feet.

Moving down to her legs, which had been hanging off the side of the bed, I knelt down and sure enough, this was where the odor was coming from. Perhaps this wouldn't be a waste of a trip after all. I didn't take my time pulling her sandals off. Why should I? Kimiko was out cold, she wouldn't be waking up anything soon. I pulled off her dirty socks next, and the next thing I knew...well, I thought Kagura's feet smelled. Kimiko's feet were much worse. At least I didn't gag the first time I smelled Kagura's feet. As expected, the top of her feet were the same shade of brown as the rest of her body, while her soles were a much whiter shade, common among ganguro girls. She had fat toes painted red, and her left index toe was slightly crooked. I ran my finger across the sole just to be absolutely sure. When she didn't even do so much as twitch, I knew this was the perfect time.

My mouth instantly found its way to her big toe. I sucked out the taste of her sweat as I did so, moving on to her other toes as well. My only real complaint about that was her left middle toe had been dry. Though her toes tasted great, she could really use some lotion. Perhaps I would try that with Kagura sometime? Anyhow, I moved on to her soles, licking them both with my tongue. It tasted more or less the same, but the taste lasted longer on the tongue. Her feet didn't budge an inch during all this. I was hard as a rock, and I decided to try one last thing with her.

Grabbing her bare foot, I shoved it in my mouth. I felt her toes almost at the back of my throat, with my lips on her rough heels, my saliva absorbing every inch of her foot. My tongue went in between her toes, making it squeaky clean in between. The sensation afterwards was a blur to me. All I knew was that I had the taste of foot all over my mouth, almost choking on it, while my pants got a little more wet than they should have. Having exhausted myself, I released her foot from my mouth, taking a moment to breathe.

A few minutes later, having borrowed her bathroom, I walked out of the bathroom clean as a whistle...well, mostly. I disposed of my underpants and was going commando at the moment. As I left the passed out ganguro girl on her bed, I had decided not to take the payment for the odd job...that foot experience was reward enough.

Don't worry, the focus will be back on Kagura (and a couple others) next chapter.