Invite Satsuki

“Satsuki,” you say, “the shower only works so often. I was thinking that we might want to double-up. Want to come with me?”

She blinks in surprise. You try to keep your expression blank. After a quick glance at Chiaki and Maria, who have nothing to offer her, she says, “Um, alright.” She follows you into the bathroom.

You undress and watch her strip, your eyes devouring her body. She is incredibly cute, like a little Japanese doll. In fact, you consider her the most attractive of the Hoseki House girls, Yozora included. This may be irresponsible--in fact, considering you would be giving Yozora her body back tomorrow, it was extremely irresponsible--but you couldn’t resist. You crank on the shower and hop inside with her. You slide behind her and grab the tiny bottle of soap the hotel provided. You squirt a little on your hand and say, “Let me wash your back, Satsuki.”

“Um, alright.” She moves her hair out of the way for you. You slide your hands over her back, then down her ribs, which causes her to shudder. Your hands move around to her stomach and then up over her breasts. She gasps, “Y-yozora?”

“Do you not want to?” you ask, pressing yourself against her back. “I thought you knew why I asked you to come with me.”

“I-I thought, maybe...” Satsuki says shakily as you massage her tits. They are just big enough to fill your hands. “But I never thought that you were--ah!--interested in such things.”

“Mm?” Yozora had slept with some of the other girls if the client requested it. Never Satsuki, of course, but still...

“I mean me. I...didn’t think you were interested in me.”

Does she like Yozora or something? “I don’t want things to get complicated at work. And I do have a boyfriend. But let’s forget about that just for tonight. I didn’t want to show it in front of Chiaki but those yakuza had me scared, too. I just want to forget for a while.” One of your hands drifts down toward her pussy but you stop short, lightly stroking just below her bellybutton. “Okay?”

Satsuki takes a deep, shaky breath. “Okay.” Good girl. Your hand slides down between her legs. Unlike the other working girls, Satsuki wasn’t shaven but kept a small, tidy bush. It is damp from the shower but when you slip a digit into the folds of her labia, you find she is generating quite a bit of wetness herself. Either she really does like Yozora or her tits a major erogenous zone. You carefully work another finger inside and then start to plunge in and out. Your thumb finds her clit and you gently start to stimulate it. At the same time, you continue to massage one breast and kiss along the back of her neck. Satsuki starts breathing hard and puts her hands against the wall and the door of the shower to steady to herself. She cums much sooner that you thought she would, clamping her thighs together on your hand. She doesn’t scream when she orgasms but makes a series of moans and squeaks that makes you want to devour her.

Satsuki drops to her knees, breathing heavily. At the same time, the water clicks off. Right at the buzzer, you think, laughing internally at your own stupid joke. You start to open the shower door, honestly just content you got to play around with Satsuki’s adorable body for a while.