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[Your account has been credited with ¥450,000]
[-¥350,000 for full body suit!]
I stared in my phone camera marvelled how looks could easily change with money. I adjusted the collar, the suit hugging me just right places like those ones multimillionaires wore to functions. I sat back in the cab. My reflection staring back at me as the car zoomed in fast speed. Before he arrived at Kenshao company, a mischievous idea came to my mind. What if I drop by at Café Hoshizora, the same place Roku got his daily caffeine kiss and see how Zumi his mistress was doing?
"Stop here," I said suddenly.
The driver braked at the curb. I pulled out my wallet and slid out a crisp note. "¥300. Keep the change."
He nodded, grateful. "Arigatou gozaimasu."
I stepped out, adjusting my collar, the click of my shoes against the pavement while going through the café doors. The Inside was warm, and as usual bustling alongside the famous rusty hiss of the espresso machine. My eyes scanned, hunting for what daring nude dress she was wearing to appease male customers.
There she was...slender, slim waist, blonde hair tied loosely, her blouse clinging to a busty frame. Always sweet with Roku, but when it came to me, she poured her generosity down the drain.The back door swung open, and she walked in. Her eyes skimmed the room, stopping dead on me. For a moment, I saw her pupils dilate, her lips curling into a smile.
"Oh my… Welcome, sir. My name is Zumi fujimoto, you can call me Zumiez for short. How is it that no one has come to serve you. Would you like a table? Or perhaps… a more personal recommendation?" She tugged her blouse lower, rolling her shoulders back so her breasts nearly spilled from the fabric.
I almost burst out laughing. This slut didn't even recognize me. A fucking suit and suddenly I was royalty in her eyes. Time to play along and see if I could get into her panties in just twenty four hours.
"So, sir…" She purred, tilting her head, "what would you like on the menu today?"
"Depends. What's the special? Surprise me." I responded nonchalantly, turning to leave but her desperate grasps on my sleeves made me change my mind. That grasp meant she was willing to satisfy me for higher bonuses even if it meant letting me taste her pussy.
"Ah, why do you leave so soon? Is my service poor to you? I promise that you will enjoy me well Sir. My boss told me… when a high-profile customer comes in, they deserve something extra. A little… premium service..." She winked, slipped out from behind the counter, smoothing her skirt over her thighs, tugging it up just enough to show more skin than necessary.
Her eyes were locked on me like I was her new sugar daddy and none of the men she knew intimately meant nothing to her. "This way, sir," she said softly.
I raised an eyebrow, watching her hips sway as she led me toward the curtain behind the counter. She pushed the curtains aside , revealing a staircase I had never once been allowed to touch.
'Well, well, no wonder Roku always had the VIP pass. This is his personal playground.'
I followed her up the stairs, and deliberately she kept looking for ways to get 'in contact' with me. Halfway up, she tilted slightly, pressing her breasts against my arm 'by accident.'
"Oh, forgive me," She bit down her lips, pulling her sleeves a bit low so her collarbone could show. I bit back a laugh. She doesn't even recognize me—one fucking suit and I've turned into her golden ticket. Roku sure knows how to pick slutty bitches who chase wallets.
By the time we reached the top, she leaned closer, her chest pushing deliberately against my arm now, no pretense. She looked up at me through her lashes and purred, "Here we are, sir. A private chamber for… special guests. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."
Inside, I was laughing my ass off ready to know how far she was going to go to get me satisfied. My eyes blinked uncontrollably as she got a bedroom key from the wall and kept walking downwards into the hallway.
'How big is this cafe?' I was very sure this place was a mini brothel hiding under the pretense of selling coffee and sweeteners when girls were the sweeteners. She kept on dangling the key between two manicured fingers, while my eyes darted across the walls.
Room after room, each door marked with golden plates from Sakura, Yuki, Moonlight. Not drink specials but girl's names. 'So this is what Roku's "daily coffee run" was about. No wonder the bastard always smelled like cologne and cheap lipstick by 10 a.m.'
Zumi stopped at the door labeled Starfall Suite, sliding the key into the lock. Her blouse had slipped even lower now, buttons straining against the weight of her breasts. "This room is reserved for only the best customers. You… look like the kind who deserves everything."
I almost snorted. 'Everything? Bitch, yesterday you wouldn't even give me an extra sugar cube for my latte. Today, I'm the king of your little castle because of some fancy ¥350,000 suit I'm wearing.'
The door creaked open, revealing a dim room dressed in velvet curtains and a bed. Zumi closed the door behind us, twisting the lock. Her heels clicked across the floor as she circled me, nails grazing over my suit sleeve, down to my wrist. "Mmm… Armani, isn't it? You wear wealth well, sir. I can tell you're not like the others."
Before I could even open my mouth, Zumi's fingers slipped to her blouse. One by one, buttons popped open, until the fabric slid from her shoulders and puddled at her feet. She wasn't wasting time, her skirt followed next, unzipped and tugged down to her ankles.
Her lace bra strained against her chest as she tilted her head, watching me through half-lidded eyes. "You don't have to say anything," she purred, running her hands down her own body as if putting on a show just for me. "I know exactly what men like you want."
I leaned against the wall, biting back a grin. "Do you?" I had to ask to be sure she didn't generalize all rich men as prostitute.
She giggled softly, unhooking her bra and letting it slip down, her breasts bouncing free as she stepped closer. She traced her nails down her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her panties.
"Premium service…" she whispered, hooking her thumbs into the lace and tugging them down slowly, "means nothing is off limits."
I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "Go on then. Show me just how far premium service goes in this little brothel café of yours."
She kicked off her panties, standing in front of me completely bare. Her nipples swelled, erect and a perfectly shaved pussy. "As far as you're willing to pay, sir. And I promise…" she pressed her body against mine. "…I'll make sure you never forget Zumi Fujimoto."
Her body was pressed even more against mine. "What's your price?" I asked and for a second, she leaped in happiness before her lips stretched out.
"Depends, darling." She ran a finger down my chest, tapping against the fabric of my suit. "If you want cuddling, that's ¥11,500. If you want fingering and a little blowjob...that's ¥13,500. And if you want to bang me…" she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin, "…¥15,000. Very cheap, so you can book me anytime you want."
I chuckled, "And how much for the full sex package?"
"¥60,000. I accept cash or transfer, but…" she raised a finger to my lips like she was soon to spill a secret, "…the receipt must be deleted instantly. So my coworkers don't get jealous, you know?"
I let the silence stretch between us. "I have a condition myself."
She tilted her head, curiosity flashing across her face. "Condition?"
"Yes, all our 'activities' will be recorded as video. Are you still interested? Or should I look for another person to satisfy me?"