Akari the lively, yet slightly scatter brained Japanese salary women

The door to the wall slides out with the creaks sound of moving hydraulics. The piston that holds the door in place extends outwards, and slowly it’s revealed to you the girl inside. The true face of Miss Mystery cock. Gazing at her you see she’s panting, a small layer of sweat covering her body as she clearly is exhausted. It seems she’s been a bit worn out a due to you make a mess out of her cock. The teasing, and stimulation you inflicted on her member really has put the poor girl through the ringer. Quickly checking her out she seems to be just a few years older then you, around her early twenties. As well though you sort of had her pegged as a white woman due to the hue of her cock, the lady inside is actually of Asian decent. Examining her further you look over the girl. Noting ever little detail of her body. The first thing that jumps out is her skin, which is a fair, light, and almost snow like in complexion.

Next your attention is drawn to the lady’s face. Which is an inverted triangle shape, with a small pronounced nose. Then it’s over to the windows of the souls, aka the eyes. Her peepers are slim, slightly upturned, with a distinct oriental slant. On top of them she has some nice groomed eyelashes, which stick upwards as little points. A large brush of them stroke being pulled together at the tip of her eyes into a small lush crescent. Along with the eyelashes she also had some black eye liner on the upper eyelid really helping her eyes with a subtle pop. This with the combination of her eye shape, gives her a cute, and approachable gaze. A calm washing over you as her brown irises flick over to meet your bright blue irises. It feeling like infinity as the two of you lock eyes, and spin around in merged pool of blue, and brown.

Before you get lost in the pool however, you stare over to some of the girl’s other features like her eyebrows. The girl’s eyebrows are thin, yet softly sharpened on her brow. They’re a slick jet black color just like the hair on top of her head, which is styled in clean, classy yet funky, and casual style. The shag is the exact name of the hair style of you remember correctly from that one time you looked through your mom’s hair catalog. With the girl’s hair only reaching down to her neck it’s not a style that requires a long length of hair for it to be achievable. The shape of the hair curving downwards with a crescent shaped curved that stick outwards gives the lady a subdued, almost tamed wild look. The finally two things that catches your attention on the girl’s face is one, a subtle bit of red gloss lipstick. This adding a bit of color, and a small amount of sheen on her lips. An two, some grey metallic eye shadow on her upper eyelids. Giving her top lids a smoky, and slightly shiny appearance.

The make up, hair style, and face structure isn’t really what interests you though. All that is kind of arbitrary as what really interests you is the girl’s body. More specifically how it compares to her cock. Her massive meat rod having sort of given you a mental image of some one with a more, unique physique. Not to say that Miss Mystery cock was unappealing to look at oh no no. Its just that you were sort of predicting maybe seeing some one more so resembling a female wrestler. or a person with a more intense looking frame.

Instead, what you see is a very pretty slim body. Healthy, lean, she has not a bit of lose skin or fat anywhere on herself. She borders on actually being quite petite as the girl’s trim figure is complimented by a pair of the slender arms, and long legs. So to does her abdomen as well keep in with a theme of daintiness. Her soft, tight, tummy connecting to a set of modest narrow hips. Then moving on to her breasts, which like the rest of her build, and unlike her cock are of a moderate sizes. Her tits are not to small for her to be considered lacking in the chest department. Yet also not to big enough that they stand out, and offset the natural flow of her body. On the contrary, the girl’s c cup breasts with perky pink nipples really bring her entire being together. She almost exactly like a kid’s Barbra doll. Not in the sense that she’s fake looking, but that she’s extremely girly looking. Her physical appearance having a natural female softness that is down right breathe taking.

Her aura overwhelming, you find yourself sort of just staring at her for a minute. Breathlessly watching her looking back at you as she catches her breathe. Then after about two or three minutes the lady seems to regain some of her strength. Pealing herself out of the free use cubby hole she was stuck in, she steps out onto the floor with wobbly legs. Still seeming a bit weak, her legs shake, and she stumbles as she tries to keep herself up right. Worrying about the girl tumbling over you quickly rush over to her side, and put her left arm over your shoulder while you wrap an arm around her waist to help keep her to standing. The girl flicks her eyes over to you as you do this. A look of gratitude in her gaze, nods to you as a show of thanks.

You give her a friendly nod back. You stay like that for a minute or two keeping the girl held up till those wobbly legs of her’s go away, and she can stand up on her own two feet.

“A-Ah I think I am okay now.” The girl then says, as she tries to get up, there being a slight accent in her voice as she speaks.

With her seeming much more stable you let go of the girl’s waist allowing her to fully stand upright on her own. As she does you notice that she is a few inches taller then you actually. As she stands up you see that her full height is about 5,5 feet in total. With you being 5,3 that leaves the top of your head level with her nose, and your eyes level with her mouth for visual comparison.

Immediately the girl then puts some space between the two of you. Then bending low at the waist, gives you a traditional eastern bow.

“Thank you for helping me sir!” The women exclaims in high pitched loud gratitude.

“You welcome but, sir.... well that’s a new one” You you say awkwardly scratching at the back of your head.

No one has ever called you sir before. Cutie, boy, hot stuff, squirt, slut, those titles are more so along the lines of things you usually get called by girls. This must be a fetish thing on this girl’s end you guess. Cuz really there’s no way your old enough for some one to actually think you look anything like a sir. However as the girl stays bent over in her show of thanks you notice her then turn her head up slightly. You see her eyes then go wide, and she quickly snaps back to stand upright.

“Umm sir...” The woman hides both a smirk, and slight blush on her face with the back of her hand, as she turns her head away to not meet your eyes.

“That mess on the back of you that was me wasn’t it?” The lady says, pointing at the cum stains all over the back of your body as she continues to conceal an expression of both mixed embarrassment, and amusement.

Oh right... you sort of forgot about all of... that....

“Hehe, eh... don’t worry about it, I would say the fault lies more with me then you.” You waving your hand dismissively at the thought.

Really you are the one that kind owes the girl an apology as you basically ended up giving her a ruined orgasm. Pulling off of her right as she shot her load, it was probably agony to have all of that cum sadly leak out onto the ground with no stimulation. The girl then brings her hands back down to her sides shifting back and forth in her stance she appears to look at you with a sense of awkwardness. With that short exchange between the two of you, the conversation seems to have dried up. With the two of you just kind of starting at each now other. With neither one of you appearing to make a move to further socialize you guess it’s time to get on your way. Assuming that the girl probably has plans of her own, and isn’t interested in your company you decide you should probably take your leave. Heck if anything she’s probably waiting for you to leave so that she can get re-dressed with out you watching her like some weirdo.

“Well I guess I’ll see you around.” You say rubbing the back of your neck.

Turning on heel you begin to walk away a little sad that this brief encounter did bloom into anything else. You really want to find out more about the girl behind that dick but if she doesn’t want you around, then their isn’t much you can do. You decide you should probably head to the showers here at the club, you needing to wash off all of the cum that’s starting to dry on your body.

“Wait!”

However before you can walk off the girl calls out to you, which makes you spin back around.

As you do you see she has gotten right up in your face.

“Gahhhhh- I mean yeah what’s up.” You says initially surprised by her being only a few inches away for your face.

The girl then grabs both your hands and holds them in a prayer position, clasping her fingers around yours.

“Sir can you please take care of me?” She’s exclaims, eyes aflame with an intense look on her face.

Whoa what does she mean by that? She wants you to take care of you? You’re sure this is some sort of fetish play, but your not exactly sure what kind of direction she’s trying to take this in. Crossing your arms you try to think of what kind of play she’s trying initiate here. Thinking back to the many kinks you’ve seen over during your time stumbling through porn sites, you try to figure out what this woman wants. Is it like a male dom **** thing?

Where she wants you to be the hardened **** master who holds the leash with a iron fist. Lording over her as you treat he like she is just your property, a toy for you to enjoy, and **** as you see fit. Nah that doesn’t seem right, you feel like she would be kneeling, and trying to address you as master or something more with more intrinsic authority then just sir if that was the case. Perhaps she’s into pet play, like she wants to be your loyal pup. Led around on a leash by you with a caring but firm hand. No that doesn’t sound right either. Then you think on her wording, her saying she wants you to take care of her. Wait she can’t mean that literally right? No way wait is this... baby play???

“Woah, woah, woah, look I’m flattered but I’m not sort of into that stuff you know?” You says putting your hands up, and stepping back.

There’s a bit of guilt in the back of your mind for having such a harsh reaction to the girl’s advances. You always try to not be judgemental in the face of others when it comes to their kinks. Like ice cream everyone has a flavor that they enjoy even if others others do not. It’s a natural thing, so even if a certain fetish makes your skin crawl you always make an attempt to treat every one’s enjoyed flavors with a amount of respect.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to act so put off I’m not really into the whole infantilism fetish.” You speak with a apologetic inflection in your words.

“Ehhhhhhh, infant, what are you saying?” Says the girl, her tone shocked, with an uptick in her accent as she looks at you like you just grew three heads.

“Wait, wait, don’t look at me like that, I think I may have misunderstood something here.” You rapidly shake your head, embarrassment swelling in your chest as the girl looks at you like your a total weirdo.

You start to panic a bit, the girl seeming to view you like you’re some sort of disgusting creep. Really though you can’t blame her, Like what the heck were you thinking? There is no way you should have used any word that has infant in it while you’re in a sex club! Ahh stupid, stupid, oh man what if she tells the staff you’ll get kicked out for sure! Or worse they’ll call the cops on you, or plaster your face all over social media, and your’ll get labeled a grade-A creepazoid.

Then what will you do you? You’ll get black listed, you won’t get into college, and getting a decent job will just be a pipe dream! Your mom will find out, she will disown you, and Sarah, and Crystal oh god your sisters. Sarah with be crestfallen, and Crystal will be so disappointed in you! Aaaaaa your life is over, it’s all over!!! You can picture it now you live out the rest of your days out on the street, condemned to be an outcast is society till the day you die!!! Oh why did this have to happen to you, why?!?!?

“Uhhh are you okay sir?” The girl asks her staring at you with a look of concern as you’ve just sort of been standing there frozen, with a deer in the headlights look on your face.

The lady’s face then shifts into one of realization. It now dawning on her that there might be some mutual misunderstanding going on between the two of you.

“Ahh I think I said something weird again, sorry English isn’t my first language I was trying to ask if you could maybe show me around this place, I’m not to familiar with a place like this and some one who could guide me around would be great.” The girl sighs glancing around the club with overwhelmed expression on her face.

You exhale, relaxing as you wipe away some of the cold sweat from your brow. Phew guess you’re not going to end up homeless just yet.

“ahem Oh well in that case I would be glad to show you around, I am sort of a veteran when it comes this place.” You say quickly collecting yourself as you puff out your chest trying to act all cool.

“Oh really thank you so much-.” The girls stops mid sentence her about to thank you by name before realizing she doesn’t actually know your name.

“It’s Doug you can call me Doug.” You tell the girl sensing what she was thinking with out her even having to tell you.

“Hello nice to meet you Doug sir, my name, is Akari.” Akari says her hands suddenly darting down to grab you right hand, and enthusiastically shake it.

“Oop, I called you sir again, sorry it’s becoming kind of habit as since I’ve come to America most guys I’ve seen are my superior’s hahah.” Akari giggles into her hand, finding humor in her own slip of the tongue.

“Superior... oh you mean like your work boss.” You say momentarily confused by the strange wording Akari used.

“Huh is superior not correct?” Akari cocks her head to the side wanting to make sure she hasn’t been using another English word weirdly again.

“No, no, it’s just saying something in a place like this I thought... eh never mind, tell me how long have you been learning English.” You ask changing the subject.

“Oh about a year.” Akari says keeping the conversation going as she turns back to one of the secret compartments in the free use wall to get her clothes.

“Wow you speak pretty well for only about a year of practice, and where are you original from?” You inquire, wondering her country of origin.

“I’m from Japan but I moved to America a week ago, as I was offered a higher paying job by my company if I went over seas.” Akari replies causal as she starts getting re-dressed.

Watching her, Akari first steps into a pair of light blue frilly tap panties. You’re sad to see that lovely, massive cock of her’s be covered up but, what can you do? The panties are really a very fancy, and yet very innocent looking pair of bottoms that snuggley hugs her waist, and hides her privates. Next she puts her arms through an equally blue, and frilly look bralette bra. The bra pairing well with the panties, and giving Akari a air of innocence, and purity. This air is then concealed with the next part of clothes. With Akari pulling up her legs a black pencil skirt that’s woven from just past her knees up to her waists in a smooth sleek cocoon. After that she buttons up a white as snow business blouse with a attached jabot by her neck. For last layer of outfit she puts on a black blazer, end to completely the outfit she places on her feet a pair of black wedge heel business shoes. With that she has completely transformed herself into a professional looking, and still very attractive business woman.

“Wait you’ve only been here a week?” You ask raising an eyebrow to Akari.

“Yeah that’s part of the reason I am here, it’s kind of overwhelming being in a new country and all, but this website I read gave me some advice see.” Akari then pulls out her smart phone from a pocket in her blazer, and shoves the screen your face.

You look at it, the text being displayed seems to show one of those generic list websites, though it’s all in Japanese so you can’t actually read any of it.

“It’s uh in Japanese I can’t read that.” You say to Akari point at the phone.

“Oh my apologies.” Akari then makes a few taps on the touch screen before then spinning the smart phone back around.

The website is now in english, and skimming through the article Akari’s showing you it seems to be giving advice in how to handle getting used to living in a new country. It says all pretty generic stuff like make new friends, learn the culture, and like Akari said get out of your comfort zone. Though the picture above that bullet point being one of a mall, makes you think the website was referring to something a lot less tame then going to a sex club.

“Uhh I think when they say get out of your comfort zone they mean something more along the lines of trying out a different type of restaurant that you’ve never been to before.” You explain to Akari, as you continue to look over the article.

“Oh...” Akari looks back at her phone her sort of recognizing that she might have took the comfort zone thing to the ****.

You feel bad, as the girl now looks slightly upset. Her gaze flicking over to you with big puppy dog eyes, as you pointing out her small blunder has left her at a complete loss at what she should do. Unbeknownst to you Akari isn’t really a very spontaneous person. She is always more comfortable having her day planned out, or being told what to do. Perfect characteristic for an office drone, yet it left her sort of awkward when it came to more snap decisions. With you now notifying her that she isn’t actually doing what the list says she is very much at a loss. Not sure if she should do what the list original entailed her doing, or if she should stick it out, and explore more of the club.

Akari seeming to be one of those people who really buys into all of that causal advice you can finds online. Trying ever single recommendation on how to make a successful party, or how to properly resolve conflict with a coworker. She appearing to be the type to look for help rather then try to come up with her own solutions. Knowing that you can see she now feels a bit out of place at the club her now scanning the surroundings with suspicion, and skepticism. You’re first instinct you consider telling her about a nice pancake place near by that she can go to. That perhaps being in the free use wall was enough excitement for one day. The office woman really seeming quite nervous now that she knows she didn’t do what the website said she should. However she is already here, and was willing enough to get into the free use wall of her own accord which is something pretty intense for a newbie.

“But you know if you still want some one to show you around I would be glad to do so, I could use some company as the place is pretty dead right now.” You say swiveling your head around the area still not seeing any other club goers.

“Really? Thank you Doug, I appreciate it!” Akari chirps happily, throwing her arms around your neck to give you a warm hug.

Seeing the sunny expression on her face with that seriously looking business attire it can’t help but make you crack an amused smile. Even if she’s is a little older then you, the business woman reminds you of your little sister Sarah. Quite energetic, and easily excitable. Her even having that same puppy eyed look that Sarah gives you when she wants your help. As Akari then breaks the hug she’s still beaming a happy grin, making a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest grow. A feeling of protectiveness for Akari swirls around your soul. as she continues to smile at you. You’re just flooded with a desire to take her under you’re wing, and make sure she keeps that happy expression on her face. So you decide that’s just what your going to do.

“Hehe no worries but, first I’m going to need clean up, and your going to need a change of clothes.” Smirking, you point a finger at Akari’s outfit, popping your hip out to the side to emit a slightly amount of sass, and authority in your words.

“Huh is something wrong with this?” Akari’s asks looking down at her clothes.

“They just don’t set the right mood ya know, besides their kind of constricting your sure to end up tearing them while getting involved in some the of activities the club has, unless your gonna go through the hassle of getting undressed, and redressed every time you want to do something.” You explain to Akari, wanting to make sure the woman doesn’t have her experience in the club hindered, by her clothes.

They also look relatively expensive to so you would hate for Akari to end up them getting ruined. Sterile as the staff at the club try to keep the place when one gets down, and dirty accidents can happen. The splashes of cum on your body most certainly proof of that.

“I see... should I have to run and buy new clothes?” Akari asks thinking she would have to leave the club momentarily to get properly outfitted.

“Haha no need for that the club has a selection of outfits, you can wear while your here, their right by the showers which is where I am going, come on follow me I’ll show you.” You say motioning you’re head for Akari to tag along behind you.

“Wow amazing, they really have outfits people can wear here, are they like your’s?”
Akari’s asks her eyes going wide with awe as she trots after you, her gaze running over your tight latex shorts, and harness.

“They have all sorts of clothes, and accessories really what, anything you can think of really, but this outfit here I brought form home, got it custom made online.” You boast, acting all proud for having your own outfit even though it’s really quite a common practice for those going to Candycake to come in their own outfits.

“Woah, that’s so cool Doug!” Akari exclaims her thinking that having a custom made outfit must be pretty impressive based on how much pride you seem to be have in talking about.

“Thanks, yup I got this old thing made specially for my measurements.”

Again despite your braggadocios tone that isn’t really that impressive.

“So tell me have you ever had any experience with a place like this before, most people new to this stuff wouldn’t come to a place like this, even if they a web guide was recommending it?” You ask walking, and talking.

“Umm well I did go to some place like this back in Japan it for a how do say this in your language, oh bachelorette party, yes that’s it!” Akari says her pausing momentous while speaking to think up the right word.

“I see, and what did you do there, any thing you partially liked?” You ask thinking now would be a great time to figure out what what thing Akari would find the most enjoyable.

With you now being her guide, and a semi regular of the club you’re feeling a sense of responsibility to make sure Akari enjoys her time here as much as possible. Fully embracing the role as leader now as you both kind of want to show off your knowledge of bdsm, and Candycake. It’s not every day that you get to display, and possible impress some one with all of your knowledge on kinks, and the activities the club has to offer.

“Oh well, it’s hard to say, as I was sort of to nervous to really get involved in anything I just kind of watched the other girls there, but now seeing a place like this it so big, and grand, I want to try everything!” Akari says, her staring as the two of you past by a row of empty fucking machines.

“Well I don’t know about everything but, being so early in the morning we most definitely will have our pick of the place.” You say, eyes lingering as you walk past a door that reads ‘fantasy land’ in big flashing neon letters.

The two of you keep walking, heading past a large table with snacks for the club goers, the public play room, and the hallway for private rooms, till finally you reach the dress up area.

“And here we are just like I said!” You say with a smug grin, you getting an ego boot from even something as simple as showing Akari around.

Before you is a latino woman occupying what looks like a little counter area in the wall. Shes pretty attractive, taller then you by a about half an inch, and has a lean, smooth figure. Behind the little desk area she’s at you can see rows of lockers, clothes, and some curtain changing rooms as well. Above the counter is the words Willow’s Dresser in blue neon with a big flashing explanation point. The girl taps her fingers on the desk as she holds her head with a propped up elbow. She’s staring off into space looking rather bored, till she sees you, and Akari approaching. As her eyes fall upon the two of you heading her wall she springs on up. Standing tall she quickly rushes out from behind to the counter to greet the two of you.

You can see she’s wearing can only be described as a dark fairy cosplay outfit. On her head, clipped to her long frizzy hair is a pair of insect like antennae that go up and curve down wards, with the tips turning into black roses at the end. Over her emerald eyes is a black leather masquerade mask. It resembling a butter fly in shape, with it flaring outwards like insect wings, and having two little coattail parts that trail down under her eyes down to her cheeks. On her hands she has long fingerless silk gloves that crawl just up past her elbows, the end stoping with some frills, on the back of each of her hand are three curved plastic spikes.

They almost look like claws or knuckle dusters which which gives the girl a tinge of deadliness to her like look. On her chest is a black latex stick on bra. One side having a bunch of different stitch works that’s makes look like part of the top has been stitched together. While the other side is covered with a bunch of fake black flowers like the antennae. Connecting to the back of the bra is also some large clear, yet tattered looking fairy wings.

For bottoms, she has something like a loin cloth around her waist. The long piece of cloth falling to her knees. It laying in front of both her ass and, crotch obscuring of her naughty bits. A large knot of silk on her right side seeming to be what held the whole thing tightly in place. Tight black wing toed latex boots with a shinny silver buckle on the front. They are knee high length with the tops spiraling out onto a black flame design at the top.

All up, and down the calf part of the boot is that same plastic curved spike, like the one ones on the back of the girls hand. This again increasing that deadly vibe of the costume. Finally there is the accessories she has. One being a belly button piercing, which has a black colored heart crystal that’s hangs from a gold chain a few inches down from her naval. The second being a black riding crop which she holds in her hands. As she approaches the gloomy pixie points that same crop at both you, and Akari.

“You there, welcome, welcome, you have just arrived to Willow’s Dresser I assume you to are looking for a change of clothes?” The Latina who you presume to be Willow says with the grandiose tone of a ringmaster at a circus.

“Ehhh you look awesome!!!” Araki squeals giving a little clap as she approaches the girl, her infatuated by Willow’s eccentrically creative looking outfit.

“Indeed, but actually only my friend here is in need of new attire, can you get her outfitted while I go wash off some of this mess on me.” You speak to the blackened fae, trying to mimic Willow’s striking tone as you talk.

“Sure sir I’ll have her right as rain in a jiffy, come on ma’am I’m sure we can find something in your size.” Willow smiles, taking Akari by the hands.

The two girls giggle like naughty children as Willow then leads Akari to the back room. Akari turning back to wave you goodbye before she, and Willow turn a corner, and dart out of sight.

Well now those two look like their going to be having some fun you think as you briefly stare at the space where they disappeared from sight. Then looking down at yourself, you suppose that you should really get along to that shower already. The sticky jizz starting to dry out on your body. An as much as you love cum, and heard how great it is for the skin you don’t enjoy the stickiness it makes you feel.