Chapter One: Easy Girls
Hammering, ear deafening techno beats filled the air, cascades of blue and red spotlights flashed through the disco, a humming machine spit out huge clouds of fog bathing an ecstatically moving crowd in an obscure atmosphere.
High above all this Ryuchi Hasagawa observed the wild dancing people closely through a wall-high mirrored window that took one whole side of his personal lounge. The square room was small, furnished with only two huge leather couches and a small low table. The man was slim, around 50 years old with greying hair. Looking into his face made clear that he was a guy who knew what he wanted and that he was not the easy kind to mess with. In fact he was not only the owner of this club but also a high-ranking member of the local Yakuza. There was a reason he stood at the window and observed the dancing people. Finally he seemed to have found something that got his interest because he lifted a pair of small binoculars in front of his eyes. Observing closely his lips formed a cold smile. A knock on the door interrupted what ever he had just thought. Lowering the binoculars to his chest he turned around.
"Come in!"
A young slant eyed woman wearing a maid costume carrying a tray with just one glass, filled to the brim with some alcohol entered. Hasagawa moved closer to the waitress who offered him the drink. After he'd taken the glass she bowed deeply and turned around to leave. The Japanese club owner patted her small buttocks before the girl could escape through the door. Sipping on his drink he took out a slim mobile phone and dialled a number. The call didn't need long he just gave a few dry orders to whoever was on the other side then he returned to the window and kept staring down every few moments picking up his binoculars and stare closely. After a while he nodded and sat down on the couch taking another sip from his drink.
Thick clouds of blue smoke hung in the air, some soft tunes were playing in the background. At several round tables sat numerous men, some alone some in small groups and some in the company of a kind of hostess that everybody would immediately describe as complete slut and that not just because of the flimsy little outfits they were all wearing. Some customers were talking in a whispering tone but most of them watched a small circular platform in the centre of the room. A still young looking, completely naked woman kneeled on all fours on the tiny stage arching her back, butt high in the air, her knees far apart so that even the last one could see the bare folds of her glistening pussy. The stripper held her eyes closed aware that everybody was staring at her most sacred, yet often so fully public spot. With ease she shoved a pen-sized dildo into her puckered ass that seemed to make her body shake in ecstasy the other hand slowly glided between her parted legs spreading her cuntlips even more apart. In that state her tits were mashed onto the ground her head resting sideways on the floor mouth wide open shrilly crying out her lust.
A few minutes later the strippers show was over and she cramped her toys and lingerie together and climbed down the stage heading towards the dressing room when a hand waved at her. She looked over at the guest, sighed almost non-visibly and turned towards him. When she had reached the table and bent down to the sitting older gentleman his hand playfully attacked one of the girl's bare breasts and groped it roughly.
"No need to change, hon. You are just as I want you. Why don't you go down and give my little boy here a nice treatment with your hot tongue?"
The stripper knew that she wasn't allowed to argue with the guests so she put down her stuff and crawled under the table. While unzipping his fly her thoughts drifted off to the warm shower she was about to take and her comfortable bed that wouldn't possibly see her tonight depending on the amount of men she still would have to serve after this one. The young woman parted her lips and noisily slurped on the piece of meat the guest had given to her.
The two rather teenage looking girls inspected the room curiously but also a little bit scared. Ryuchi Hasagawa could smell their angst. They had accepted his offer and they partly were aware of why they had been invited into his VIP-lounge. The bully who had brought them in closed the door after leaving the three alone. Ryuchi pointed at the couch opposite to him and offered the two women a drink. A strong drink that would loosen them up - the aging men was experienced in these things.
The girls sat down, one crossed her legs and both really tried to pull their short miniskirts further down at the same time to hide their cream-white thighs from naughty views. The club owner invisibly chuckled at their useless efforts. The skirts were too short and it was obvious that he could have seen their panties when they would have parted their legs just a little bit. Ryuchi Hasagawa took his time to finally have a closer look at these two beauties. It was clear for him from the moment he'd seen them first down on the dance-floor bending their flexible bodies to the rhythm of the furious beats that those two were hot, young sluts -- just maybe they weren't really aware of it, yet.