Option Three, of course

In the end, option three was the best of all choices (not that it was a choice) and you decided to submit an application form. Thankfully, they accepted soft copies to send by email, so it was a simple matter of printing it, filling it out and scanning a soft copy.

And then, a day later, they got back to you with an email, telling you that your application was accepted.

After a little correspondence, you had an interview booked on Wednesday at three in the afternoon.

You had to admit though, your inexperience and ignorance with massage parlours made you reconsider taking this part-time job, but neither were you looking forward to an idle life at home.

And before long, it was the day of the interview.

"I'll be going now," You said, "Will be back for dinner."

Abirit kissed you, saying, "Hope it goes well."

The massage parlour seemed unassuming, a simple storefront with a waiting area furnished with plush sofas, a countertop and a water dispenser and sweets for refreshments. A two-storied building, you saw all the windows upstairs being curtained for privacy.

You waited nervously, twiddling your thumbs and waiting for your interviewer to come.

You saw many young men and women visit the place, and those of older age fewer in comparison. All those who walked out looked completely satisfied with bliss, reminding you of the same post-coital bliss you felt with Abirit.

Wait... Is this the kind of place it is? You thought.

And then you noticed hickeys on the necks of several customers.

Yup, it is.

And then you see a friendly mature woman approach you, looking no older than twenty.

"Konnichiwa," She said, "Are you Arashiro Takeru-kun?"

"I am," You said.

"Hajimemashite, I'm Koyanagi Sada, nice to meet you," Said the woman, "Please follow me for your interview."