For some reason, Sophie had always been drawn to Asian men. Growing up in a small town, there were none around, but that didn't stop her from fantasizing. Spending hours watching K-dramas and Japanese anime, she grew to love Asia even more. When college finally rolled around, she decided she wanted to go to a university in Tokyo.
Needless to say, her parents weren't thrilled with her packing up and moving around the world. A college in the US was what they wanted, but nothing could stop her. She had the grades and got a scholarship that covered most of the cost. Her parents decided that if that was what she wanted to do, so be it, but they weren't going to help her out financially when she figured out that it was a mistake.
Arriving in Tokyo was a bit of culture shock for Sophie. She knew what it would be like from years of TV, but being in the heart of japan was different than seeing it on a screen. Her blond hair stood out amongst the sea of black even if she was only 5'4". People stared at her, not in a rude way, but she felt like a fish in a bowl.
University was exactly what she wanted. She took courses in English, but the topics were all Japanese. Being one of the only white girls on a campus full of horny Japanese boys was also a dream come true. It didn't take long for her to find a boyfriend. Within a month she had hooked up with Akihiro, a 20 year old premed student with his own apartment just off campus.
Since she was paying for school herself, her savings were depleting quickly. Akihiro suggested she move in with him, she practically lived there anyway. Until now, she only returned to her dorm occasionally when she needed extra clothes or a book for school. Living with Akihiro seemed like a great idea and she gave up the lease on her tiny dorm room and moved into the spacious 4 bedroom apartment his family had bought for him.
She lived with him for 2 years. Working quickly, she finished her degree in just 3 years and had a tough decision to make. She no longer had an excuse to stay in Japan. Akihiro was getting busier with med school and was rarely home. She felt him drifting away as he became buried in classes and labs. A month after she graduated, they broke up. She found herself with little money to stay, and not enough to make her way back home. She needed to find a job.
Being in Japan for 3 years, she had often heard of hostess bars where men would go to find company. Women would be paid to drink and sing with slightly drunken company men. Foreign women were desired there, and one who could speak Japanese would be highly prized. She spent a night or two at a couple of the clubs, but it wasn't for her. She didn't like having to call men the next day and beg them to bring her out on a date.
She decided to make one last try at a club, one recommended by a friend of hers. He said it was a bit...different. Located on the fourth floor of an exclusive building in an expensive district, she wondered what it would be like. The gold elevator with mirrors was dripping with wealth, the polished marble floors only confirmed it was a place solely for people with money.
The owner met her at the door and led her down a plushly carpeted hallway to her office. Being in her mid forties, she was past her prime, but she was still attractive.
"So, what brought you here?"
"I was thinking about working in a hostess club, but it wasn't the right place for me. My friend said this place was a little bit different."
"Your friend is right. This place is different. It isn't a hostess club, not everyone can come in here. This is an exclusive place for the relaxation of some of the wealthiest men in Japan."
Sophie's eyebrows rose. "Really?" No wonder the place practically dripped money.
"We provide our clients with a more personal experience than you would get in a smokey hostess club." The woman got up and walked around the room. "Have you ever heard of a soapland before?"
Sophie shook her head. The term sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember why.
"A soapland is where men go to get a massage and a bath from a beautiful naked girl. We cater to only the wealthiest men, so we offer only the best girls. Understandably, more than a massage and bath happens occasionally, but we look the other way..." She trailed off, her meaning clear.
"But isn't that illegal?" Sophie asked. Though she tried to deny it, she was getting a bit excited and curious about how the establishment ran.
"No. Men pay for the massage and bath. If the client and girl happen to fall in love or become horny, they have consensual sex. We encourage our girls to fall in love quickly and often, that is all."
Sophie could read between the lines. She would bathe and massage men before having sex with them. She felt a tingle between her legs. Her sex drive was incredibly high, Akihiro had always said she was insatiable. The prospect of being with all those men was turning her on. Looking around her and guessing the costs for a single massage, she imagined the people who could afford them were likely a lot older than her. Sophie had a thing for older men.
"What type of clients do you get here?" She enquired.
"Businessmen mostly. Most are married, 40s and 50s, but we get some older and younger as well. Discretion is guaranteed here so they feel safe visiting us. Most of our clients are regulars, so you would almost have a schedule of who you would be meeting. Does this sound agreeable to you?"
Sophie thought about it for a moment. When would she ever get a chance like this again? Her dirty little secret desires would be fulfilled in the most spectacular way. She nodded her head.
"Yes. I'll do it. When do I start.?"
Two days later, fully groomed and ready for her debut, Sophie took the elevator back to the fourth floor. She wasn't sure how it would go tonight, or how long she would want to work in a soapland, but she would try to enjoy it while she could. Once she earned enough money for a plane ticket home she would again have to decide what she wanted to do.
Sophie was given a lavish room complete with a marble tiled bathroom and a king sized canopied bed. She was dressed in only a white lace bra and panties. The owner had supplied her with a wardrobe after she supplied her measurements. From experience she knew that finding a bra in Japan that fit her C breasts was difficult, Sophie gave the owner her respect for that small miracle. She also advised her to keep a small triangle of pubic hair. Men tended to like a bit of pubic hair in Japan, and blond hair would be a huge draw for her.
Her first client was a bit of a surprise. He was probably the same age as her, 21. He seemed nervous and couldn't meet her eyes as he sat in the plush chair in front of her. He was exceedingly polite to her, but she felt this could have been his first time being with a woman, let alone a foreigner.
Helping him to stand, she started to remove his clothes. The front on his pants pushed out towards her, but she didn't draw attention to it. When she finally got him nude, he covered his groin with his hands, still unable to look at her. She found it endearing.
Sophie slipped her bra off as she pulled him towards the bathroom. She heard him take a sharp breath and though he still wouldn't look at her eyes, he was looking at her bare breasts.
She had him sit down on the special stool that was provided for customers. Unlike normal stools, this stool had the middle part of the seat cut out so that there was free access to clean between a man's legs as he sat down. As he sat down, his balls hung freely below him while he still struggled to cover his cock.
Sophie could feel his shy gaze as she slowly removed her underwear and stood naked in front of him. She tried to make small talk with him, but he was painfully shy. She began to lather his back with soap, using her hands to rub up and down his skin. She leaned closer to him and her breasts rubbed against his back. She pressed herself against him and used her nipples to draw circular patterns in the soap. She heard his breathing become a bit more ragged.
Moving around in front of him, she started to soap his shoulders, then his chest, slowly making her way down to the part of him he was protecting. He reluctantly moved his hands aside as she started to soap his lower stomach.
His cock was standing straight up against his abdomen. It wasn't the largest cock, just over 5 inches, but it was incredibly hard. She massaged it with her soapy hand, making sure to pull back the foreskin and clean every part of it. She reached between his legs and cupped his hanging balls, rolling them against eachother in their hair roughened sack.
The young man closed his eyes as she massaged him. Through the soap she could see precum leaking from his dick. He reached down to jerk it and find some relief, but she gently but determinedly pushed his hand back down to his side.
She generously spread soap on her breasts and moved in between his spread legs. She leaned down and wrapped his cock between her breasts. He moaned as she encircled him with her flesh, moving up and down so that just the tip would emerge from between their silky embrace. When his stiff flesh was close enough, she licked it, toying with him before moving and having it disappear in her cleavage again.
He started to move his hips and thrust his erection up and down her soapy flesh. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer as he thrust faster. With little warning, he started to shoot sticky ropes of his cum across her chest. She kept fucking him with her breasts until the last shudder left his body. Her breasts were covered in the sheen of his milky cum and he massaged it into her flesh.
Sophie used the hand-held shower to wash him clean of the soap and cum before turning it on herself. Despite not actually having sex with him, she was very wet between her legs. She was beginning to like this job already.
Her first client made his way out of her room, bowing and cheerful. He promised he would come back, and judging by the satisfied smile he had, he would be back soon.
