Slut Girl 4: Sayoko Pulls Out the Stops
This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.
There I was, feeling like an idiot.
Sitting on the curb to my apartment complex, hot, bored, and grumbling. I couldn't believe I was doing this!
The name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I'm rooming with a grade-A mega babe that goes by the name of Sayoko Bizen. She comes to my place off and on, fucking me for rent and emptying my bank account. Recently she conned me into paying a thousand bucks to bring over an Australian chick here to Tokyo. All I had was her picture; it had a beautiful blonde woman with puckered red lips and huge luscious breasts. This had better be worth it.
My thoughts of boredom were interrupted as a crumpled beer can smacked me in the head. It was Sayoko, in her Galant GTO-MR, wearing sunglasses under her dyed white flowing hair. She snickered.
"Nap's over, buddy boy! Heeeere's NEENA!" She exclaimed. She was here! In the passenger seat, the woman from the photo, wearing a shoulder-cut shirt and a baseball cap. She smiled and waved.
"In zee flesh! Salut!" she cried in a French accent. She must not be an Aussie, but hey, I wasn't complaining! They got out of the car and went over. I took one look at Neena and nearly died!
She was 5' 9", with flowing blonde hair and the lips I waited to see. Her shoulder-cut shirt had long sleeves and showed her enormous cleavage and midriff. Her skirt was short and didn't hide her thong straps. She had a small bit of luggage and wore high heels. She was amazing! I was babbling at the mouth as soon as she addressed me.
"Zo, what do you zeenk of me, mistair Satoru?" she asked in her sexy accent. I was hard as a rock already, getting an eyeful of her soft body. I babbled something incoherent as Sayoko snapped her fingers.
"Earth to Satoru!" She cried. I calmed down a little bit, but seeing them both was not good for my libido. Sayoko, 5' 10" with tanned skin, blue eyes and a delicious DD rack that was barely contained by a thin halter-top. Of course, she could be a total bitch.
"Allow me to zay, ‘ello!'" Neena smiled as she turned her cap around. I blinked, and I was going to ask what she meant but I was interrupted by a huge kiss on the lips! Neena grabbed me and kissed me fully! Man, I had heard that foreign girls were loose, but here one was deep kissing me, and with a corkscrew tongue technique! My cock jumped as she nearly made out with me right here! Sayoko chuckled, putting a cigarette between her blue lipsticked lips.
"Hey, Neena! Slow down, girlfriend!" She snickered. Neena looked up at her, our lips still locked. I felt like she was sucking my soul, and I liked it!
"J'vous demande pardon?" she asked. Sayoko sighed and grabbed my wrist. They both dragged my twitching body into the apartment building.
"Come on; let's get this par-tay going!" Sayoko declared. Neena giggled as we went in.
"Oui! Show me ze sushi!
The sushi was good; Sayoko dipped into my account deeper than a thousand smackers, so we had an excellent meal. It would have tasted better if I wasn't paying for it. We had plenty of champagne and beer; Sayoko raised her can and laughed evilly.
"To the Tit-Goddess invasion of Japan!!" she toasted. Neena giggled and raised her can of beer.
"Oui!" She cried. I wasn't nearly as happy.
"This sushi was expensive! How am I supposed to make my money last?" I pleaded on deaf ears. "As if you give a shit..." I sighed. I was defeated by Sayoko yet again, and as usual my pocketbook took the pain.
‘Come to think of it,' I thought to myself as the girls chowed down on their food and I drank my beer, ‘so what if she introduces me to Neena? I don't know enough English to talk to that babe.' It was true; while I spoke Japanese, apparently Sayoko knew it well enough to get along with her. ‘Sayoko will just use me again, and it's ‘Sayonara, Satoru.'' God, I was such a fool. Sayoko was a mega babe with enough ‘assets' to drain my wallet while keeping me at her heel. What could I do? She was freakin' hot.
Sayoko must've noticed my dim attitude. As soon as I had put down my beer, an open bottle of champagne was shoved into my mouth, followed by another. "Why so glum, chum? CHUG IT!" Sayoko shouted as the smooth liquid flowed into my mouth and down my cheeks and throat. Neena giggled as the girls forced the alcohol straight into my system.
"Oui! Le chug!" She cried. I was gargling for breath, and they emptied nearly a third of each bottle either into my stomach or all over my carpet. I was spouting champagne, nearly passed out, when they had finished.
While my head was swimming in alcohol, Sayoko leaned over to Neena and whispered. "It's time! You know what to do!" she snickered. Neena winked at her.
"Hokay!" she agreed. I groggily sat up, rubbing my head. Sayoko jumped up.
"Hey, we're going to fucking run out of beer and snacks and shit," she explained, grabbing her jacket. "So I'll go score some, ‘kay? You keep Neena company." I blinked, grabbing at her as she headed toward the door.
"B-but, I don't know what to say! I'LL go get the stuff!" I pleaded. Sayoko chuckled.
"Naw! Ciao!" she cried, shutting the door. I was perplexed; suddenly, something ticked.
‘Hold on, there!' I thought to myself, scratching my head. ‘Sayoko never volunteers to be gopher, ever!' I sneered. I smelled a rat. A big, dirty, Sayoko-shaped rat! I turned to my foreign guest.
There she was, still beaming and giddy and totally hot. I cleared my throat and tried to muster some English for her. "Eet...it...eez...is...a...naisu...nice day..." I stammered, wracking my brain for the English class memories to return. Neena cocked a brow.
"But I was speaking français..." she said softly in my language. My eyes nearly popped out of their skin!
"What the hell? You speak Japanese?!" I blinked in total surprise. Neena nodded with a cute grin.
"I go middle school en Japon. High school, I live back en Paris." She explained in her heavy, sexy accent. I leaned back and wiped my forehead.
