This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original. Sorry about the long absence!
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"Okay... hair and glasses like this?"
Sayoko Bizen scribbled slowly on a sketchpad, drawing a profile face which was starting to look like a thin woman with long wavy hair, and thin glasses. I blinked, watching her as she worked at it with no errors or corrections, and in pen no less!
"Whoa...! Yeah!" I reeled, "I had no idea you could draw. Imagine someone like you—" Sayoko glared.
"Leave it alone, dickweed, and tell me more about this chick. The trick is to overstate anything distinctive." She explained as she continued. I rubbed my chin, thinking carefully as we sat on the floor of my apartment's living room.
"Let's see...her eyes were a little more...catlike..." I watched her carefully as she slimmed her eyes and pointed them out a little. "Slant them up...yeah...smaller glasses, you know...more stylish...and her smile...almost like a smirk..." I racked my brain as I recalled the woman who, just yesterday, had given me a mind-blowing blowjob and tit-fuck and ran off with my cash. Sayoko didn't want her out of jealousy or anger, but the fact she wanted to learn her technique!
Sayoko drew a sly grin on the woman's profile, and I pointed. "There! That's her!" I exclaimed! I was still impressed at Sayoko's skill with a pen. She, however, didn't look proud at all—she was brooding, her eyebrows twitching. She gripped the paper hard.
"Aww, Jesus, not her..." She groaned. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, no... please, not ANOTHER girlfriend...!"
The name is Satoru—if you don't know by now, Sayoko has me totally pussy-whipped, and uses me to crash, taking my cash, kicking my ass, and trashing my apartment in Tokyo. Not that I can complain, since she fucks me blind for rent. She was hunting after the blonde Sex-Goddess that I exclaimed gave a better BJ than her.
Anyway, Sayoko turned, glaring down at her sketch.
"Remember when I had to fuck up those two guys, and I got the drug to do it from a nurse?" I rubbed my chin a little, looking up, remembering the time Sayoko got double-teamed by two hunks only for one of them to try to fuck her up the ass.
"Oh yeah—the time you got it up the ass so hard you couldn't sit down for a week, right?"
The next thing I remember feeling was a hard throbbing in my skull after Sayoko thoroughly pummeled my face to pulp.
"Well, she looks just like this drawing," Sayoko continued, not caring my pain. "I didn't know she was out turning tricks in back alleys, though." I pulled myself to my feet and rubbed my head.
"The woman I was with is a nurse?" I asked. Sayoko pulled a cigarette from the pack she always seemed to have on her and lit it.
"We don't know for sure," she shrugged. That's when my brain kicked back into gear.
"Hey!! Wait a sec!" I blinked.
"What?" Sayoko looked over at me.
"I just remembered something..." My mind returned to the hot jacking that Sex-Goddess was giving me, kissing my neck and ears, almost pushing me over the brink before giving me a grade-A blowjob. "There was this really weird smell mixed in with her sweet perfume...and it DID smell a lot like disinfectant...you know, a hospital smell?" I looked at Sayoko. The chick did smell like sanitizers. Sayoko nodded and pointed to the sketch.
"That cinches it then. This is our girl." I crossed my arms in a huff.
"Boy, that nurse really know how to operate," I griped. "Any guy who meets her will be real glad to play doctor with her! And sorry when they get her bill...I need a better 'health plan'!" I whined. Sayoko was good, but she was a real bitch, too!
We pulled up to the Ohka Hospital in Tokyo in Sayoko's baby, her Galant GTO-MR. We parked, watching the place for a sec, and then Sayoko leaned forward, pointing.
"There! Over there! Is that her?"
"Uhh..." I looked over and, sure enough, there was the blonde bombshell herself, walking out, whistling. "It IS! I'm SURE it's her!" I shouted. The tall woman was wearing a white nurse's skirt, but above it was a black leather corset, accented by an open nurse's jacket.
"Okay, here's the scoop. Her name is Emi...Emi Tanba. I met her when we were both waitresses at this sleazy cocktail bar." Sayoko explained. I glared at Emi as she walked, sauntering along the sidewalk. She did SO not look like a nurse.
"I actually don't know much about her except that she's a total screw-off. I can't BELIEVE she's a nurse, and I NEVER would have guessed she'd be a hooker on the side." Sayoko stared, puffing her cigarette. Whoa, a screw-off by Sayoko's standards—scary!
I got out of the car slowly, holding a suitcase in hand. Sayoko looked at me, staring coolly with her ice-blue eyes under her bleach-blonde hair. "Just follow my plan!" She shouted. I was already shaking.
"S-sure...why not...? I don't want my ass kicked again today..." I stumbled toward Emi, nervous as hell. Sayoko buried her face in her hands on the car wheel, watching me intently.
'I don't give a shit what Emi does in her spare time,' she thought to herself, 'but if she's got such great technique, I've gotta check it out.'
I came within eyeshot of her and gave a cheesy smile, waving. "Oh, HIII! Imagine meeting you here!" I called to her. She looked over, blinking.
"Oh...? Er...who are you?" She asked, smiling just as cheesy back to me, putting a finger on her cheek. Just about what I figured from her.
"Come on, it's me!" I pointed at myself in mock-gladness. "You showed me a really great time in town just yesterday!" She blinked under her glasses, putting her hands to her mouth.
"Oh my gawd! H-how did you know where to find me? Are you a stalker??" She asked, pulling away a little. I eased up, trying to reason with her, still nervous as hell.
"N-not at all! Just out for a walk! Yeah, ha, ha...a walk!" I ad-libbed, terribly. She glared at me sidelong.
"Sure you were. Look kid, you were just a few minutes of fun. That's all. Nothing more, period." She didn't seem to believe the story either, but she wasn't totally lost. I smiled apologetically and wrung my hands together.
"Okay, sure, b-but I can't get your beauty and your...uh...talent off my mind!" I exclaimed. God that sounded pathetic. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet, exposing some cash that Sayoko had lent me for bait; Emi had stolen all of mine for the next two weeks. "I've got money, see?"
