"Dude, that girl is so HOT!"
"Man, I know! I'd like to take her home. Bet she's a great cocksucker... Oh, hey Sara! Didn't see you there...heh heh heh..." John trailed off into nervous laughter as I walked over to him and the other guys.
I smiled, laughing at the guys and there constant ogling of Japanese girls. When you're a girl teaching English in Japan, the majority of your foreign co-workers are guys. I've gotten used to often being the only girl in the group, and the guys seem to accept me as 'one of the lads'. Tonight we were off to one of our favorite clubs in Osaka and I was psyched to be having a night out in the big city, instead of in the small town where I live. It had been a long, shitty week at work: my manager was making me do all sorts of extra administrative work, giving me extra classes and basically being a bitch. I needed to let off some steam and have some fun with my friends.
The guys were waiting for me outside of the subway station and for once they were all there before me. I took a moment to look them all over, marveling at how good-looking they all were. I felt lucky to be spending the night with them, even though I'd soon be ignored as they were on the prowl for Japanese girls. There was John, a 23-year-old American guy with short brown hair, green eyes and a tall, muscular build; Adam, an Irish guy who was 28, with shaggy blond hair, brown eyes and a scruffy beard; Chris, 25 and from Canada, who had black hair, blue eyes and the biggest biceps I've ever seen; and finally Sebastian, a 26-year-old Brit with reddish-blond hair, brown eyes and very cute dimples. As for me, I'm 25 years old, Canadian and I'm pretty cute, if I do say so myself. I'm not that tall, but in Japan I stand out at 5'6" and 125lbs. I have wavy light brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin with freckles and a slim, athletic body. I had taken time picking out my outfit today, knowing that we were going to a club. I was wearing a hot pink, tight, halter top that was a bit low-cut, showing off my 34B breasts, a denim mini-skirt to show off my runner's legs, and pink sandals with straps winding around my ankles. And, of course, I was wearing my lucky black silk thong panties (every time I wear those panties to a club, I never go home alone!) I was feeling pretty hot and felt ready to give those Japanese girls a run for their money at the club.
"Wow, Sara, you look fuckin' hot tonight!" said Chris. "Is Tomohiro going to meet us at the club? I know I'd be there if my girlfriend was dressed like that!"
"Ah, Chris, you get so jealous!" I playfully punched him on his muscular upper arm. "But, yeah, Tomo's gonna call me later and hopefully meet up with us. He had to go to a family thing tonight. So, for now, I'm all yours fellas!"
I linked arms with Chris and Adam, and Sebastian and John walked behind us. It took us about 10 minutes to reach the club and when we arrived, I realized the lucky panties were already paying off. Turns out it was "Ladies Night" and so I didn't have to pay cover! I was ushered through the doors while the guys had to line up, and once inside, I got a free drink. I waited a few minutes for the guys and once they were in we grabbed a table in the corner. The club was just starting to pick up (it was around midnight) and was pretty full. The music was pumping and there were a few girls and guys out on the dance floor already. As expected, there were lots of Japanese girls and guys, as well as lots of foreign guys and a handful of foreign girls like me. I got settled at the table with the guys and my martini. The guys were all drinking beer and once we had finished, John jumped up to get the next round. Then Chris bought a round, then Adam, then Sebastian... things soon started getting a little blurry.
While drinking, we were enjoying the music and checking out the people. The guys were, of course, looking for hot girls and I, as usual, was helping pick girls out for them. Usually I have a blast at the clubs, watching the guys hit on girls and occasionally getting hit on myself. What the guys didn't know, though, was that I enjoyed checking out the girls just as much as they did. I wasn't a lesbian, I wasn't even really bisexual, but since coming to Japan I'd been thinking a lot about girls – Japanese girls, specifically. They're all just so cute and girly... and sexy. I'd recently shared these feeling with Tomo, my Japanese boyfriend, and he thought the idea of me with another girl was fantastic. In fact, I had jokingly told him I'd find a girl tonight and that maybe he'd get to join in if he was lucky. Looking around the club now, I felt my panties starting to get a little moist. Would I actually go through with it?
"Ok guys, what about her?" I asked, pointing to a girl dancing by herself. She was very sexy: only 5' tall and very petite, with long black hair that she had pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a tiny skirt and a tank top. She kept glancing over at our table and smiling shyly, then wiggling her tiny ass as she danced. Not bad, I thought to myself. Her pert little tits jiggled just a little as she danced and I started getting just a little bit wetter, imagining her naked and my fingers running over her...
"Mmm, she's nice! You've got a good eye, Sara!" Adam grinned at me, then hopped off his stool and went to chat with her. Soon, they were grinding on the dance floor as we cheered them on.
"All right, Sara, how about finding one for me?" said Sebastian.
"For you? Easy! I totally know your type. Let's see..." I looked around the club, trying to find a Goth-type girl that Sebastian would like. After a few minutes, I noticed a girl by the speakers. She was only about 5'2", but she was wearing huge platform maryjane shoes that added at least 4 inches to her height. She was wearing striped black and white thigh-high socks, a short black dress with a frilly, poofy skirt, and her hair was black with bright red streaks. Her skin was so pale it was nearly translucent, and her lips were painted dark red. She was a bit out of place in the club but didn't seem to care as she was happily dancing in the corner and chatting with some friends. She was hot, in an intimidating kind of way. I imagined myself kissing those red lips, then letting her leave lipstick kiss marks all over my body...but wait, I was supposed to be helping out Sebastian! I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling my wet silk panties starting to slip between my pussy lips, before turning back to the guys.
"There. The girl by the speakers, Sebastian." I nudged him and he looked in her direction. The look on his face when he spotted her was enough: I'd found the right girl for him, all right. He headed off in her direction, and that was the last we saw of either of them that night.
I was feeling pretty buzzed by the time it was supposed to be my round and I asked the guys if they wanted another drink. We decided it was time for some shots and so we got up from the table and headed towards the bar. I was pretty drunk by this point and had a bit of trouble walking. I stumbled along, chatting with Chris as we walked towards the bar when someone bumped into me, nearly knocking me over. I turned around, ready to drunkenly glare at whoever it was that had pushed me, and came face to face with a gorgeous girl. She had a heart-shaped face with delicate features, dark brown eyes, and full, glossy, pink lips. Her long hair was pure, deep black, shining even in the dim light of the club, and was hanging loose. She was wearing a strapless black top and a white mini-skirt that showed off her sexy legs, as well as a pair of black stiletto sandals.
"Ah, sumimasen!! Ano, excuse me" she said, looking up and realizing I was a foreigner. I snapped out of my reverie and stopped checking her out.
"Dai jobu, dai jobu" I said. "It's ok." I smiled at the girl and our eyes met: a jolt went through me as her deep brown eyes met my blue ones. She smiled back and lightly touched my arm. I got goose bumps all over at her touch.
"Are you sure you are ok? I'm very sorry," she said with her cute accent, looking up at me with concern
"I'm sure. Don't worry about it." I gave her one last smile and then continued with Chris and John towards the bar. I could feel her eyes on me – or was that just my imagination?
