I had mixed feelings -- part of me wanted to avoid K; Reiko had been proven correct with Shiguro and if K were truly a hustler, it was best for me to avoid him. But another part of me yearned for freedom. I was no longer a timid girl, I was a woman who had skills and confidence. I reasoned that even if K were a hustler, if he could provide me my freedom, I was probably just as well off taking a chance with him.
The next few days went by without any sign of K. Meanwhile, my reputation continued to grow within the house -- I was now the most highly sought after woman in the house and Miss Akemi was taking advantage of my reputation. No sooner did I satisfy one man than another took his place. "I know the pace tonight is grueling," Miss Akemi acknowledged to me, "but do your best to satisfy the men quickly. I think Reiko has told you, with each man you please, you are paying off your debt."
"Exactly how much is my debt?" I asked Miss Akemi.
"We'll talk about that another time," she told me and then she hurried away.
That night I satisfied over thirty men. My techniques had become so effective that few men could last more than six or seven minutes with me. I had also become very effective in getting the men to climax in the way that I wanted them to. Most of the men could be brought to orgasm simply by milking their penis with my large breasts. The semen would then rest upon my neck and breasts and could be quickly cleaned. Others could be brought to orgasm with my mouth and I could then discretely spit out their semen into a cup by my bed, unobserved. I prided myself on having to use my vagina with only a small percentage of men, and even those did not last very long.
As the last man arrived in my room, I thought to myself, the next time I see K, I will ask him if he can help me go away. The man was a Westerner and he smelled like musty newspapers. "Hi!" he greeted me, and I found his awkward greeting to be kind of cute.
"Hello," I responded, opening up my robe and showing him my large breasts.
"It's true what they said," he told me. He knelt before me and placed his face between my breasts and then pressed my breasts into his head. I heard him sigh audibly. "Unbelievable," he told me. He then stood up and hugged me and kissed me, which surprised me. He stood still before me and I removed his jacket. I knew some men liked to be undressed -- perhaps it made them feel cared for. I folded his jacket carefully and continued to remove his clothing, handling each garment with respect. Finally, I knelt before him and removed his underwear, his plump penis bouncing out as I pulled down his boxers.
