Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in my stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story.
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My name is Jerry; I'm 25 and married. I'm about 6' 2" tall and weigh just under a buck and two quarters, so I am pretty skinny for my height. I have deep brown eyes, and short blonde hair.
I was really enjoying my trip to Japan, since I got to leave all of my problems back home in the states. The only problem was that it was colder than I preferred, but I was still having a good time. I just got back from a sightseeing tour, and was on my way back to my hotel, when I noticed this young woman standing on a street corner. I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but she was wearing nothing but one of those schoolgirl uniforms with a skirt on, in weather that felt like it could kill you in an instant.
I gathered up some nerve, because I am a very shy person, went up to her and said, "Excuse me, miss. Do you need a ride?"
She smiled, oh my god what a smile, and said in her beautiful Japanese accent, "Yes, please."
I got a cab opened the door for her and climbed inside after her, shut the door, and we were off. I turned to her and asked, "So where are you going?"
She scooted close to me and whispered in my ear, "Wherever you going."
I was a little confused and said, "What do you mean?"
Now she looked confused, "You no want to have sex?"
That did it. I told the driver where my hotel was, and we were there a few minutes later. We went up to my room. As soon as we were in, she started to strip. I noticed this and said, "Stop. Put your clothes back on. You should really warm up. Climb under the covers there and I'll order some hot chocolate for you."
She smiled and did as she was told. Room service was up a couple of minutes later with two glasses of hot chocolate. I handed the beautiful girl a glass and said, "So what did you mean in the cab about sex?"
She simply said, "You not looking for Japanese prostitute."
"What?" Was all I was able to say.
She nodded and started to tear up, "Am I not pretty?" She said in between sobs, I nodded a "yes" in reply. I mean this woman was beautiful. Long, silky, black hair; brown eyes the made her look so innocent; lips red as roses, and in an almost constant pout like state. What wasn't pretty about her? She even had breasts larger than normal for an Asian woman. "What's wrong then?"
"Nothing, I wasn't looking for a prostitute though."
She started to cry again. I went over to her and put my arm around her. "So why have you chosen to be a prostitute?" I asked. "You are too beautiful to do this. You really need to get into a safer line of work, or something bad could happen."
She was really crying now. "I not choose this, I was forced into it."
"Forced?" I said.
She nodded and continued on. "Both my parents are dead, and I live with mean, bitchy, aunt who don't care about me. So one day I decide to be prostitute to make money, to provide for myself. I met up with a man who made me sign some papers, saying that I was now a ho or something, and couldn't get out of it until I pay him $2000.00 of work. The problem is that I get only 10 cents off of every dollar for me. And I have to pay for my expenses and everything soβ¦"
"So that means you're practically in service as a ho for life." She nodded and cried some more.
I went over to my dresser and pulled out an envelope full of spending money. I gave her $500 and said here give this to him. When you have done that come back here and tell me what he does, okay."
She looked confused, she climbed out of bed, put her shoes on, and left. It was dark now, so I didn't expect to see her the rest of the night.
I brushed my teeth, climbed into bed, totally nude, and started to play with my nice seven-inch dick for most of the night, never cumming though.
The next morning I was just sitting down to breakfast, when there was a knock at the door. I opened it up and there was the woman from yesterday. I invited her in, and offered her some breakfast; she took a couple pieces of toast and ate them. Her eyes were red, from crying I assumed. She came in sat down and said, "The son of bitch took $450 dollars, and gave me $50.
"How does he feel about "buying" women?" I asked.
"He do it everyday, to a bunch of girls. Strange men buy them like toys and they never seen again."
"How much money?" I asked.
"Five thousand dollars. By the way my name is Mei Lin." She said.
"That is a very lovely name." I said. I told her mine, too. I offered her a seat and we sat down to some breakfast. Today she was wearing this beautiful jade green silk dress, with matching heels. We were with each other all morning talking about our lives and everything. We both soon realized it was about four o'clock. I went over to the dresser and pulled out and gave her one thousand dollars. She left and I didn't see her again the rest of the day.
I was really happy to help her and tomorrow I was going to give her one last payment. I went to bed that night, doing what I did the previous night, jacking off, but never cumming. I fell asleep thinking of my wife back in the states. The fucking bitch, at one point I truly loved her, I even married her, because she was pregnant with my child. After the miscarriage, she started to fuck every man that she could, in my own bed, and bragged to me about it. The only reason I didn't divorce her is because, deep down, I still loved her.
The next day Mei Lin came back to my hotel, and I must admit, I started to fall madly in love with her. Today she had on another silky dress, but this was a beautiful fire red one, which was cut lower to show off more of her beautiful breasts. I went over to my dresser and pulled out the envelope, and told Mei Lin, "Take me to this man, the one who's cheating you out of money." She was a little confused and worried, but I could tell that these past two days, she'd grown to trust me.
In less than 20 minutes we were at his house. We went inside and there must have been almost fifteen nude Japanese women walking around the house. I was getting the start of erection, but I willfully held it down. One of the women took us to she their "master" who called himself Zane.
When we entered his room, another woman was servicing him. When he saw us enter he sent her away until he was finished. He looked up and said, "Is there a problem?" In a shitty American accent.
I simply shook my head no and said, "No there is no problem. I'm interested in buying this woman." Mei Lin started to say something but I was able to stare her out of it.
The man who called himself Zane said, "Yes, she brings in good money and it looks like you've already gotten her trained. In past two days she's brought in nearly two thousand dollars. Shows she's been working very hard. I'd hate to lose her though."
"How much?" Is all I said.
He sat there in his seat for a minute and said, "For you six thousand."
"Five thousand." Was my counter offer.
"Fifty five hundred." Was his reply.