Tokyo Girl [A Man to Japanese Hostess Story] - Part 3

Commissioned by Bimboblarg

Josh, a weeb from America, finally makes it to Japan, only to realise it’s not all he dreamed it would be. After drowning his sorrows in a bar one night, he befriends the wrong person and ends up indebted and trapped by a lowlife gangster who transforms him into a peppy, girly Japanese woman and forces him into working at his hostess club. Now Josh has to find a way to fight his new urges, escape, and maybe find love on the way. 

~

The next few days were an exercise in torture. All it took was a handsome man’s wink and I was a giggling, girly mess. It was so easy to fall into the programming my earrings compelled me to follow. I’d bounce on my toes, showing off my body eagerly to any man who gave me attention; joking, giggling, and flirting became second nature. It was easier than breathing so much so that it took conscious effort not to do it. 

I spent half my mental energy each day trying not to act like a bimbo and the other half trying to reign in my rampant horniness. Those winks and smiles were all it took to get me going, and after a whole evening of being petted and flirted with, I was always burning with desire. I could feel Keiko’s eyes on my back like two white-hot packers; she wanted me to give in.

I barely had a single scrap of dignity left, but I refused to give it up by debasing myself. That conviction was slowly being corroded away, though, no matter how hard I tried. Each night Keiko would give me a slip detailing my pay, along with a long list of deductions that left me with basically nothing. 

A quick glance at Fumio’s showed a similar issue, but she was slowly chipping away at her debt. I’d barely made a dent. At this rate, I’d be stuck in this bouncy bunny body forever! There just wasn't enough money in being a pure hostess, especially because nobody requested me more than once.

“Another small night for you,” Keiko noted with a roll of her eyes. “Keep this up and we’ll have to put you in a less reputable establishment.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Champagne Club has a reputation to uphold, beautiful women who were eager to spend time with paying patrons. You’re letting us down. Maybe a cheaper, less glamorous club is more your speed. Of course, the pay isn’t as good.”

If this was considered good pay and luxurious conditions, I really didn’t want to see what a bad club would be. I curled up in my bed that night, torn. All I wanted to do was give in to my urges, but I was still clinging to the one part of myself that was still male. 

“My name is…” I whispered, trying to force my tongue to say a name that I couldn’t quite remember. It was there, on the tip of my tongue, but it was like somebody had put a black bar over the letters in my mind. The more I tried to read them, the blurrier they became. 

I woke in the early evening like always; at least I’d gotten used to being nocturnal. The city lights painted the sky outside purple as I carefully applied my make-up in shades of purple and pastels. I was a natural at applying make-up and picking outfits now, though I tried not to enjoy it so much. There was just something so satisfying in the smooth glide of lipstick and the gentle brush of power against my cheek. It was almost therapeutic. 

“Looking Good, ladies!” Kenji grinned, strolling in without so much as knocking. “I thought I’d come and inspect my new merchandise.”

He walked towards me, and without thinking, I stood and bowed low. 

“Aw, look at you, Momoko. Such a little treasure.”

He walked past and slapped a hand against my ass, eliciting the most humiliating and delicious moan from me. Instantly I was horny; God I hated how much he turned me on. Part of me worried about what would happen if he ever came on to me. I despised the man with all my heart, but between my new body and those earrings I was helplessly turne don by him as well. If he tried to get me into bed I wasn;t sure I could resist. Thankfully, it was Keiko’s jealousy to the rescue. 

“Alrighty, ladies. Opening time!” She called, and we all stood.

War paint was on, and it was time for battle. I gave Kenji one last look over my shoulder and fled to the floor; for once thankful there were so many men to attend to. 

The first few gentlemen were fine. A struggle, but I managed to keep myself in control. Almost; my giggly personality was out in full force, but I was able to stop myself from mounting the businessman right there on the table like I wanted to. My client excused himself and I breathed a sigh of relief, only two hours to go, then I could slip off to the bathroom and get off. I’d need to cum at least three times if I wanted to sleep tonight. 

“Girl, stop torturing yourself.” 

Yuki leaned against my table.

“You are absolutely radiating sexual frustration.”

“I am not letting a man have sex with me.”

“Even though you want it, and it would help your debt problem? It’s literally a win-win situation.”

“You might have given up on your dignity, but I haven’t!”

Fumio rolled her eyes and turned to smile at the next lot of customers walking in. She spoke through closed teeth and her fake smile as she waved.

“Honey, get over yourself. I’m guessing you didn't have a lot of dignity in the first place, you may as well have fun digging yourself out of this hole.”

With that, she walked off, hips swaying as she laughed at some joke she couldn’t possibly have heard and joined a new group of men. My body burned with jealousy as one of them wrapped their arm around her waist. God, I wanted that, I wanted to feel those fingers pressing against my ass. I was so sick of touching myself. I needed to know what it felt like to see some real action! 

What I really needed was to sneak off and get a quick release, then I could think straight. However, the universe had other plans. I watched with a mixture of horror and delight as Yuki spoke to a man and then pointed in my direction. He approached with a wide smile, and all I could see was his broad shoulders and jawline. So sexy. 

“Hey there, you must be Momoko.” He greeted me as he approached my table and slid in like he belonged there. “I’m Riku.”

“Heya there.” I leaned in close, letting my breasts rest across the table.

“Yuki told me I might be able to help you out with your problem.”

“My problem?”

A hand found its way onto my bare thigh, my core turned white hot with desire. 

“I have a room booked across the street.”

“You came prepared.”

“Always. I’m very responsible, I know how to show a girl a good time…”

“That’s exactly what I am after.”

Our faces were close now; all it would take was a single inch of movement, and our lips would touch. The temptation was too much; every fibre of my being was urging me forward, and I couldn’t fight it anymore. Riku’s tongue pressed against my lips, and I parted them without a fight and moaned as he explored my mouth. The noise of the club disappeared; there was only Riku; his touch, his lips. When he pulled away I tried to follow him, moaning desperately for more.

“Easy, now.” he chuckled, “Let’s get to the room, shall we?”

I tried to hold back, but I was just too horny; my girly persona was in full control, and I slipped my arm through Riku’s and let him lead me to the door. My eyes met Keiko, who had a smug smile on her face, and I averted my gaze. The trip seemed to take forever and yet no time at all. 

I stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the lamps. The room was luxurious despite the cheap nature of the hotel, with a large bed taking centre stage covered in crisp white sheets. My nerves intensified as I realised the intimacy of the situation.

"Make yourself comfortable," Riku said, closing the door behind me. "Can I get you a drink? Yuki mentioned you haven’t gone all the way with a client before. I want you to feel comfortable."

“No, thank you.”

I watched him, admiring his broad shoulders and the way his dress shirt hugged his muscular frame. Riku was a handsome man, with sharp features and a five o'clock shadow that added to his rugged appeal. I felt a tingling sensation in my core, a mixture of nervousness and raw desire. I was really here, there was no going back now. Somehow, that managed to feel more freeing than anything, I could finally stop holding back. 

“We can get right to it then,” Riku said.

“Yes, please!” I breathed, and he chuckled.

“So desperate…”

Riku took a step towards me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and my breath quickened. With deliberate slowness, he trailed his fingers along my jawline, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"You're so beautiful, Momoko," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "And so eager. I can see it in your eyes."

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I wanted him desperately, and I was tired of pretending otherwise. With a boldness I didn't know I possessed, I pulled off tonight’s outfit, letting the clothes fall around my ankles. My underwear followed, and in seconds, I was bare. Riku's eyes widened at the sight of my naked body, my breasts heaving with each breath.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're incredible."

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, and I moaned softly, unable to contain my need any longer. Riku's lips found mine, and he kissed me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. The fire that had been building all night roared into a full-fledged inferno. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop now. 

I responded eagerly, my hands running through his hair, pulling him closer. Our kiss deepened, becoming a frenzied exploration of each other's mouths. Riku's hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, my back pressing against the wall as he continued to kiss and caress me.

“Oh yes, that’s…that’s…”

I couldn’t find the words. I knew nipples were sensitive, but I didn't expect the little forks of pure lightning they sent through me. My pussy quivered, and I forced my eyes open to stare right into Riku’s eyes. 

"I want you, Riku. Now."

With determination, I pushed him towards the bed, my hands already working on the buttons of his shirt. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, to explore every inch of him. God, I was behaving like a whore. Maybe I was a whore. I just couldn't stop myself!

Even Riku seemed taken aback by my boldness. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and began to grind against his erection, which was straining against his pants. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements. I could feel his desire, hard and insistent, and it only fueled my own hunger.

“Oh God, it's so good. I have to…I have to have you, please Riku, let me ride you. I’ll be such a good girl if you do.”

I wanted to please him, to show him just how much I wanted this. With trembling fingers, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang forth, thick and erect, and I couldn't resist running my fingers along its length, feeling its heat and hardness. Riku reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom, which he slowly put on. Far too slowly.

Protection in place, Riku's breath caught as I stroked him, his hips bucking slightly. I leaned down, my hair falling around our faces. I kissed him one last time before moving down his body. I wanted nothing more than to ride him, but my body had other plans. It forced my lips to his crotch and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. He tasted salty and musky, and I moaned around him, the vibrations driving him wild.

"Fuck, Momoko," he gasped, his hands fisting in my hair. "Your mouth feels so good."

I wanted to stop and tend to my own burning need, but I couldn’t, my body was out of my control. I took him deeper, sucking and licking, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. Riku's hips thrust upwards, his body tensing as he fought to stay in control. 

“I need to be inside you." He groaned, and my passage tightened around empty air in anticipation. 

I released his cock with a pop, my lips glistening with his drool. It tasted better than I ever wanted to admit. I positioned myself above him, my hands gripping his shaft, guiding it to my entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lowered myself onto him, taking him inch by inch into my wet heat.

"Oh God," I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I impaled myself on his length. Riku filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. I began to move, slowly at first, rising and falling, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as it slid in and out of me.

Riku's hands grasped my hips, helping me set a steady rhythm. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, as I rode him with increasing urgency. Soon they were bouncing up and down, skin slapping against skin as I bounced. Our bodies moved as one, slick with sweat and desire. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension deep within me.

“More…”I begged, “Oh yes, I need more.”

"Yes, Momoko, fuck yes," Riku panted, his eyes locked on mine. "Ride me harder."

I did as he asked, my movements becoming wilder, my hips rolling and grinding against him. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and I knew he was close. I wanted to take him over the edge, to feel him lose control. At the same time, I never wanted this to end. 

"I'm gonna cum, Momoko," he growled, his hands digging into my thighs. "Cum with me."

His words were all the encouragement I needed. I rode him faster, my body demanding release. Riku's hands found my clit, his fingers rubbing in firm circles as I continued to bounce on his lap. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of bliss rippling through my body.

Riku's hips bucked wildly beneath me, sending me over the edge again. I felt his cock twitch and throb inside me, my body yearned to be filled with his seed, but the condom stopped it. I almost wished he’d never put it on. As I collapsed onto his chest, breathless and spent, Riku wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I could feel his heart pounding against mine. 

“That was well worth the price.” He muttered, and I blushed. 

Come the end of the night I would know exactly how much he paid for that experience. The cost of my dignity, written in neat black ink. How humiliating. The worst part was now that I knew how wonderful sex felt, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. Riku would not be the last man I slept with, and that knowledge filled me with a whirlwind of emotions: excitement, shame, desire, embarrassment. 

“Our time is almost up.” 

“I should get back to the club.”

We dressed and went our separate ways. I stared at the Champagne Club across the street. I could try running away, but Kenji would find me. He’d probably add a few thousand dollars to my debt as punishment, too. No, it wasn’t worth it. My pussy quivered; I was going to sleep with more men, of that I was sure. I might as well get paid for it. 

~

I didn’t want to admit how much easier things became after that. Once I’d slept with RIku it was easier and easier to justify sleeping with more men, sometimes three or four in a single night. My debt was slowly being eroded; it would still take years, maybe my whole life, but at least it was slowly going down. 

“You’re a natural.” Fumio giggled as I returned one night after a quick tryst in the alleyway. “You’re getting requests left and right!”

“She’s taking away our customers.” Yuki hissed.

“There is more than enough to go around,” Fumio said placatingly. 

“Well…if you’re so into sharing. We should work together sometime.” Yuki said casually but refused to meet my gaze. My eyes narrowed and I noticed the slight blush on her cheeks.

“Yuki…” I said with a grin. “Are you trying to get me into bed?”

“What? No! It’s not like I like you or anything, but you’re popular, and guys pay extra for threesomes. This is purely professional!”

“Sure, sure.”

“Enough chit-chat, ladies!” Keiko scolded, slapping her clipboard down on the bar. “There are men in need of servicing!”

“Come on, Keiko. Everybody is taken, it’s a quiet night.” Yuki complained.

“Then get out there and welcome some men inside! God, do I have to do everything for you? Boobs for brains, honestly.”

“Well, whose fault is that.”

“Do not insult Kenji around here. He’s the whole reason you ladies have a roof over your heads.”

“He’s the reason we have a mountain of debt too.”

Fumio and I looked at each other nervously, normally, Yuki would know better than to talk back to Keiko, but her last table had treated her to several glasses of strong wine. 

“That’s it, I am adding an extra hundred dollars to your debt. Best get that lip under control or I’ll make it two hundred.”

Yuki opened her mouth to say something but I slapped my palm over before she could. I could feel sticky lipgloss against my palm. 

“Come on Yuki, let’s go work the door before you say something silly. Sorry, Keikoooooo!”

I half dragged Yuki outside while Fumio stayed behind, probably trying to smooth things over. It was cool outside; the night was buzzing with people jumping from club to club, and Yuki huffed in annoyance as I let her go. 

“Keiko is such a bitch.” She swore, lighting up a cigarette. “Thinks she’s so much better than us just because she gives Kenji a good lay once in a while.”

“You’re not wrong.” I sighed. “But you shouldn’t be so rude, you’ll only make things harder.”

“Ugh, you’re such a wimp.”

“A sexy wimp?”

She hesitated for a moment before hardening her face.

“Just a wimp.”

I could see the nerves in her gaze, though and smiled. Our conversation was cut short by a slightly drunk looking guy with a lopsided grin practically falling against Yuki.

“Hey girl…I knew coming here was a good idea. The girls are the prettiest.”

“Hmph, well this girl is too pretty to be seen with you…but a drink might change my mind. Buy me one inside.”

“Hells yeah.” He slurred. “God, I love a girl who’s in charge, come on Nobu! There is one for you too!”

I turned to see a much more sober man watching his friends display with an annoyed look on his face. He was older, maybe in his late thirties, and had a build that suggested he was once well-muscled. His dark hair was greying early, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. If anything, it gave him a disguised air, like a silver fox, but twenty years younger than usual. He sighed and fixed his companion with a sharp glare.

“You told me this was the way to your house.”

“No, I said this is the way we need to go.” The drunk man grinned. “Come on inside!”

Yuki and her drunk friend disappeared into the champagne club, leaving me with the young silver fox. 

“Sorry about him.” The man, Nobu, said. “We’re work colleagues. He had a bit too much tonight, and I thought I’d walk him home.”

“Well, it looks like you are about to get your reward for being such a good friend.” I smiled, leaning in close. Nobu blushed.

“I…don’t usually come to hostess clubs.”

“Why not? They’re so fun! I’m a lot of fun. I’m Momoko.”

Nobu grinned, his eyes sparkled; they were grey. That was rarer in Japanese men, there was something utterly captivating about them. My pussy quivered, and I took his hand and led him inside to a spare table and got us some drinks. 

“So, Momoko, tell me about yourself.”

My clients didn't usually ask me questions except about my cup size. I was taken by surprise. What did I even say? That Momoko wasn't my name? That I was really a backpacker who was transformed against my will and made into this ditzy flirt who couldn't get enough sex to ever feel satisfied? 

“I’m not that interesting,” I replied, internally screaming. “I’m just a fun girl looking for a fun time!”

I poured a beer and thrust it at Nobu. 

“What about you Nobu, you look stressed. Too much work?”

“Always.” he chuckled. “I’m an investment banker. It’s turning my hair grey!”

“Poor baby.” I cooed, running a finger down his face, scratching against the stubble. “Why don't you tell Momoko all about it?”

Most of his words didn't make much sense. I couldn't get my head around all the complicated numbers and portfolio talk, but Nobu’s voice was soothing and deep in a way that relaxed me. None of my clients had ever made me feel relaxed before. 

Not only that but Nobu genuinely seemed to want to know me. Not just my body. Even as he inched closer, he was asking me where I grew up, what I liked to do in my spare time, what my favourite colour was. Anything and everything. I didn't know how to answer any of them. I gave my usual peppy, girly answers for most things (of course, pink is my favourite colour!), but the others, I danced around. 

I desperately wanted to tell him the truth, there was something genuine about Nobu. If he knew I’d been trapped in this life, maybe he would even help. Keiko rang the bell as dawn threatened to spill over and announced we were closing which made Nobu swear.

“I didn't even notice the time! Thank you, Momoko. This was lovely.”

“Yes, lovely…”

I hadn't noticed how much time was passing either. I felt a strange sadness wash over me. Keiko appeared at my side and handed me the slip for the night; my eyes almost fell out of my skull, Nobu had paid double the usual amount for a conversation! Normally, I’d have to give a man two goes over to earn that much. 

“You look smitten.” Fumio teased. “Was he nice?”

“Yeah, really nice.”

“Well, don’t go getting attached.” Yuki scoffed. “This ain’t the place for love.”

“I just met the guy, I’m not in love.” I scoffed, still, I couldn’t help but hope Nobu would visit again. 

~

He did—every night in fact. At first, Yuki insisted he was doing the classic ‘boyfriend experience’, slowly winning me over to try and get my loyalty, but I knew better. He would come in and just talk. I joked, giggled and made him laugh in turn. It felt as natural as breathing. 

It became a nightly routine, he would arrive, I’d pour drinks and then, we’d talk for a while. Then, just when I thought he might be leaving, he’d stay for one more. And then another. The first time he told me about his past, I didn’t expect it. It was late one night, and the bar was nearly empty. We’d been talking about nothing in particular, but then the silence between us stretched. I could tell he was thinking of something heavier than the weather or the food.

“I was married once,” he said, his voice low and almost distant. 

I looked at him, unsure of what to say. 

“She left me,” he added after a long pause, glancing at his glass. “Said I was too busy with work to care about her.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, genuinely, placing my hand atop his. It felt so right there, and it wasn’t just the mental compulsions either. 

“Don’t be.” Nobu smiled. “The truth was, we were a bad match. I was serious about my work; I thought that meant I needed a serious wife. The truth was, she was boring.”

I snorted, and the bubbles of my fizzy cocktail ended up in my nose. 

“You’re not supposed to say things like that!” I giggled.

“It was true! She was a career woman. I spent all day around other salarymen, and then I’d come home wanting to let my hair down and she was too busy making sure all the shoes were perfectly aligned on the shoe rack, or talking about how we needed to alphabetise the books on the shelf.” 

“Yeah, okay. That sounds like actual hell.” 

“It was years ago, we were young and stupid.”

“I like being young and stupid!”

“You make it look more fun.”

We laughed and talked, it wasn’t long before I started looking forward to his visits more than I should. Every evening felt like something new when he was there, the life of a hostess I’d been forced into didn’t seem so humiliating if it was Nobu. I didn’t feel like I was being compelled to act like a ditz, I just felt like me. Giggles and all. 

There were days when he’d arrive early and spend the whole night with me just talking. Keiko would appear and clear her throat, but Nobu would just fish out more money and keep paying for my time. I started to resent when other people requested me, even if the sex was incredible. I started imagining it was Nobu above me each time; I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. 

I was walking back to the Champagne Club one night after a long line of men; I’d been requested by Riku, as well as several others. My body was humming happily with the afterglow of multiple orgasms, but my heart felt heavy and lonely. It was rare for a whole night to pass without Nobu being able to squeeze in. I looked up at the club doors, the lights were going out and there was Nobu, standing outside, waiting for me. 

“Momoko,” he said, his voice soft, “are you happy?”

It was the first time he’d ever asked me something like that. The question itself was so simple, yet it felt like everything. I felt something weakening in the earrings; they wanted me to say ‘of course’ , giggle and loop my arm through Nobu’s, and try to finally talk him into bed. But somehow, a sliver of freedom leaked through. 

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. "Sometimes."

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached out, just lightly brushing his fingers over my cheek. The touch was so small, but it felt like something more. 

“You should be,” he said, his voice gentle. But there was a hesitation in his eyes that I couldn’t understand. "You deserve to be."

The words stung in a way I couldn’t explain because, in that moment, I realised how much I wanted that. How much I wanted him. Really wanted him, it was the earrings or my new body pushing me forward, it was my heart. I should have been embarrassed to realise I was falling in love with a man, but I wasn’t. It had been so long since I felt able to be myself that knowing these emotions were genuine didn’t bother me at all. 

“Nobu, there is something you should know.” 

I needed to seize the moment. Whatever had caused this lapse in Kenji’s control, I had to use it. I managed to tell the whole story, how I used to be a man, how Kenji had transformed me and forced me to work in his club to pay off the debt. The earrings compelled me, how part of me had grown to love it but how I yearned for freedom, and lastly, my growing feelings for him. 

“I know you probably don’t believe me.” I finished. “But it’s the truth, I swear it.”

Nobu’s brow furrowed, and he reached out one last time to run his fingers through my hair. 

“I believe that…you believe it.”

No! No, he thought I was crazy!

“I ain't insane!” I insisted. “Look into Kenji, hell, look into me, you won't find anything! I…I..”

Just like that, the compulsion to stay quiet was back, stronger than ever. Almost like my own self-consciousness was the key. 

“I’d better let you get inside.”

“No, wait!”

Before he could leave, I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him for the first time. I’d been dreaming about Nobu’s lips forever, if he wasn't coming back, I wanted to have tasted them at least once. To my surprise, he kissed me back. It felt different to the dozens of other men I’d kissed, deeper, more sensual. When I pulled away, I could feel my cheeks turning pink. Nobu’s face was flushed, and he cleared his throat. 

“I’d better get going.” He said, straightening his tie.

I wanted so badly to reach up and remove it, then kiss down his chest, but somehow, I held back. I waved as he walked away, silently praying he would still come back tomorrow. 

~

“Oh my God, would you stop moping? Your face is so annoying.” Yuki complained as I lay on my bed.

It had been a week since that kiss with Nobu, and he hadn't come to the club once. Keiko kept scolding me for losing such a lucrative customer and for not giving my all to the ones who stuck around. I couldn’t help it, though, for whatever reason, Nobu was the first person I’d truly felt like myself around. I’d finally been able to tell somebody the truth and all it did was make me more miserable. I was actually glad for the earrings; they made acting peppy and happy so much easier. 

“Be nice, Yuki. She’s suffering.” Fumio sighed.

“We warned her. Falling in love with a client is a bad idea.”

“You can’t help love. It just happens sometimes.”

“It wasn’t love!” I snapped. “It was just…I don’t know what it was. Nobu was my friend, he was the first proper friend I’d made since this happened.”

“What are we? Background scenery?” Yuki sneered.

“Yuki, you've not exactly been friendly in the traditional sense…” Fumio tried, but Yuki snapped back at her.

“I helped, I gave harsh love. None of that ‘oh it’ll be alright, sweetheart’ stuff you guys all love. Bitter medicine gets the job done. If she’d listened, she wouldn’t be moping.”

“Will you three stop arguing and get back on the floor?” Keiko yelled. “We have gentlemen waiting!”

I sighed and dragged myself up off the bed. My dress was especially pretty tonight. It was made of stiff pink material paired with knee-high socks and heeled boots. Nobu would have liked it. I forced myself to smile and flirt with the men, but it felt like early days all over again. The sex was wonderful as always, but for the first time, I began to wonder what the difference between sex and making love might feel like. I was intimately familiar with the first, but the latter…what might that be like. I’d just finished with a client and returned to the club when I saw him standing by the doorway. When he saw me, his eyes lit up in a way that made hope flare in my chest.

“I put in a request, but Keiko told me you might not be back for a while.”

“That last fella had no stamina.” I joked with a giggle. “Didn’t take long to satisfy.”

Nobu reached out and stroked my face, making butterflies dance in my stomach. 

“I looked into Kenji.”

And just like that the romantic air was gone. 

“I believe you.” Nobu continued. “Your story, about being a man I mean. I want you to know that I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” I whispered, stepping closer. “Does that mean…”

“I have a room booked across the way if you’d like-”

“Yes! Oh yes, Nobu let’s go!”

He laughed as I bounced on my toes and kissed me hard.

“You have such energy.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

We ran across the street to the hotel, giggling like teenagers, but before we could go inside, Nobu made us stop. 

“Momoko, I wanted to check. Do you really want this?”

“Of course, I love-”

“No Listen. I know you were forced into this, I want to make sure you’re not going along with it out of some sense of obligation to me or to that asshole who changed you.”

I swallowed; he was serious. For a moment, my persona dropped, and I gripped his hand tight.

“I want this Nobu. I want you. I think you’re the first man I ever truly wanted.”

“I just wish I could be sure. I’d feel awful knowing I’m taking advantage of you. I wish I could be sure.” 

His finger brushed my earring. I’d tried to remove them myself, of course, but it was impossible. Every time my fingers brushed the metal, they refused to go further. I’d asked one of the other girls to try, but they just shook their heads. Whatever magic compelled us to act out these personas, they kept us from removing them as well. It was a miracle I’d even been able to tell Nobu about them in the first place. 

“I could try taking them out?” He suggested. 

“I don't think that’s a good idea,” I replied without thinking, Nobu’s eyes narrowed.

“You said that awfully fast.”

“I know.”

I stared at him, silently pleading to get the message. I wanted him to try. I just couldn’t tell him. Instead, I did the only thing I could and stayed stock still as he took the stud between his fingers and twirled, waiting for me to move away, but I didn’t. Then, carefully, he reached up and undid the clasp at the back and slid the stud out. Then repeated the action on the other side; it was like a heavy chain had been removed, and I felt so much lighter. 

“Oh my God.” I breathed. “I can…I can talk without turning into a giggly mess, Nobu you did it!”

“You’re not mentally compelled anymore.”

I shook my head, then grinned and leaned in to place a gentle peck on his cheek.

“And now you know I meant what I said.”

Nobu blinked in surprise, then wrapped his arms around my waist. 

“I didn’t think…I was so sure you were about to apologise and say it was all the magic.”

“Believe me, the fact that I am developing feelings for another guy is…weird. But I can handle it, this body isn't all bad after all…”

I crept a finger up his neck. 

“And I am still young and fun.”

Nobu kissed me again, holding me tight and making my whole body flush with pleasure. I felt safe and wanted, truly wanted, for the first time since all this happened but also…nervous. Without those earrings, how would I know what to do? I didn't know how to have sex as a woman without it. I let Nobu lead me to the room he’d rented and stepped inside, swallowing nervously. 

“Are you sure about this, you look anxious.”

“I just…you loved how peppy and girly I was, without those earrings, I'm not sure sex with me will be very fun..”

“It will be, just trust me.”

His arms gripped my waist and a small moan escaped me. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants press against my belly. Even without the earrings, my desire grew, and I felt myself giving in to lust. This time, I didn't have magic to fall back on, this was all me. 

I undid Nobu’s tie and opened his shirt, stroking my fingers down his olive skinned chest while he removed my dress. Every touch sent sparks flying across my skin. I was so wet and ready for him by the time we were naked I was practically dripping. 

“Why don’t I take the lead?” Nobu said roughly, kissing my neck.

He pushed me back until we were standing against the bed, and I caught a glimpse of us in the bathroom mirror thanks to the open door. My dark hair was falling around my face as he gently tugged out the pigtails, my mono-lidded eyes were half closed and glittering with desire, my smooth olive skin glistened under the soft light of the room. I had never looked so sensual; no wonder Nobu was driven mad with desire for me. 

I fell back onto the bed and spread my legs wide, motioning for him to come closer. My pussy quivered with anticipation as Nobu crawled up my body, I could feel his length pressing at my hole.

“Ready.”

“Oh Nobu, take me!”

He pressed inside far too slowly. After all this waiting, I couldn’t stand it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me. Nobu gasped and froze in shock for a moment but then started to move. It was like I’d unlocked a beast. My gentleman started to rut against me fast and hard; it felt incredible. I clung to him, letting my high voice wail in pleasure as he pounded into me.

“Yes! Yes, Nobu-sama, please take me harder!”

“I like it when you call me that,” he grunted. “Do it again.”

“Nobu-sama! Nobu-sama! I’m about to cum!”

It was all happening so quickly, the pleasure was building up inside me until I couldn’t stand it any more. With a shuddering, high pitched gasp, I came, squeezing him tight inside me. Only Nobu wasn't done with me yet. He wrapped his arms tight around me and rolled us so I was on top, his fingers gripping my hips.

“Ride me.”

“Oh yes, Nobu-sama!”

I was oversensitive from the orgasm, so I could barely think straight as I started to bounce. I could hear my ass slapping against his skin as I moved, and Nobu reached one hand up to still my jiggling breast. A finger pressed against my nipple, and I came again. This time, I took Nobu with me. I felt his seed fill my wound and shuddered; we’d broken so many rules tonight, what was one more? I flopped against his chest and then, for some reason, started to giggle. 

Nobu joined me before slowly pulling his softening cock out. We laid on our sides facing one another, legs still tangled together. Now I know the difference between sex and making love. And knowing that made me realise something more.

“Nobu?”

“Mh?”

“I want to stay like this. A woman, I mean. I want to stay in this body, and I want to stay with you.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered, hand on my cheek, “because that would make me so happy, love.”

I bit my lip; this would be so perfect if it weren’t for Kenji. 

“The only problem is…my debt.”

“I’ll pay it.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t think he’ll let you. I think Kenji cares more about humiliating and controlling us than he does about the money.”

Nobyu thought seriously for a moment. 

“There is only one thing for it then. I’ll have to help you escape.”