A very tense morning, in more ways than one.

“Mmm…” Shuichi grumbled quietly to himself the next morning as his black alarm clock went off next to his bed, letting him know that the next day had started. As he reached over to turn it off, he found his prediction of sore muscles seemed to come true twice over, as just about every movement he made felt like agony. He gritted his teeth and fought through it, though, and it slowly died down to just a dull pain after a few minutes. A warm shower helped relieve the pain even further, and by the time he made it to work it only really felt bad when he really stretched himself.

When he arrived back at his desk, Shuichi found a warm cup of coffee waiting there for him, just like the one that Kirumi had left him two days earlier. Remembering what Kirumi had also left him that day, Shuichi carefully checked underneath his keyboard only to find that there wasn’t any underwear waiting there for him this time. Instead, all he found was a yellow sticky note with a time written in Kirumi’s flowing handwriting.

“3:00 PM,” Shuichi read off the note. “I guess she managed to work in some extra ‘coffee time’ into her schedule after all… which means we’re really going to…”

Shuichi swallowed and tried to push the thought of what he and his boss would do together from his head so he could focus on his work. But, despite his best efforts, his mind kept drifting back to Kirumi, how amazing it felt to touch her body the day before, and how close they came fucking right there in her office. Part of him couldn’t help but wonder if she’d take him to someplace with a bed, or if she’d insist on picking up right where they left off with her legs spread wide on her desk right when he walked in.

But even if he was being dogged by these lustful thoughts, Shuichi still tried to finish checking as many reports as he could so his appointment with Kirumit didn’t leave him with any leftover work. He managed to make some pretty good progress too, but that abruptly stopped when he received a text message a few minutes before noon. He took out his phone, expecting it to be from Maki or Kae, only to see the text was actually from Komaru’s number.

“Hey, Shuichi! How’s it going?” the brunette asked with a cheery star emoji at the end of her message.

“Oh, I’m doing just fine,” Shuichi replied honestly. “How about you? How is your new life as an escort treating you?”

“Pretty well, I think! It’s lots of fun, and I’m making good money so far, but… I think there’s still a lot I have to learn before I can consider myself a real professional. It still feels like I can’t go a whole hour without learning something completely new,” Komaru replied. “Like, did you know that some guys actually like to buy women’s used panties?”

“Well, yeah, I knew that. They use them to masturbate,” Shuichi texted back. “You mean you’ve really never heard of guys doing that before?”

“Of course I have! But I always assumed that was just something old men in cartoons and manga did, not something that happened in real life!” Komaru replied. “Now, men are buying my panties off me so often that I’ve started carrying around a bunch of extra pairs so I don’t have to go home with nothing up my skirt.”

“Wow,” Shuichi texted back, his face flushing at the mental image of Kumaru strutting around without underwear. “Well, at least you’re making good money off them, right?”

“Oh, totally! I’ve been making a killing so far!” Komaru sent an emoji of a stack of cash. “Plus, buying all this underwear has let me try out some new styles I never bought before. Here, let me show you one.”

A few moments later and a picture of Komaru appeared in the text chat. She was standing in front of a bright pink building one hand holding out her phone and the other holding up the front of her short, blue skirt. Underneath the skirt, Shuichi could see that she was wearing a pair of brown panties made to look like a cartoon kitten’s face, complete with triangular ears sticking out the top of the waistband. Most of the young woman’s face was cut out of the picture, but her shameless smile was still visible.

“Gah!?” Shuichi let out a gasp of panic as he checked to make sure no one was around him to see what he was looking at.

“Cute, huh?” Komaru asked a moment later, oblivious to her friend’s worry. “I got a whole bunch of ones like these for a great price at a place called The Wilting Rose. They’ve got all kinds of great designs there!”

“Yeah, those are pretty adorable,” Shuichi answered once he was sure he was in the clear. “But I’m not sure if you should be taking pictures like that out in public like that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m in the red-light district. No one cares about a little nudity here!” Komaru replied. “In fact, just an hour ago I saw a girl walking around with no shirt or bra on! All she had were these red, heart-shaped stamps over her nipples.”

“Stamps?” Shuichi blinked in confusion. “Do you mean pasties?”

“Oh, so that’s what they’re called? Heh, I guess that’s my lesson for the hour!” Komaru texted him an emoji of an embarrassed smiley face. “Anyway, I’ve actually been taking lots of pictures out here during work. I could send you some more if you’d like.”

Shuichi nervously looked around to make sure he was still safe before replying. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind that. Though, you really should be careful who you send those pictures to.”

“I know, Kae’s already given me that speech,” Komaru said with an eye-roll emoji. “But I figure that if I can’t trust you, Shuichi, then who can I trust?”

The first photo arrived a few moments later, this one depicting Komaru topless on her knees in a hotel room. A thick layer of white semen shined on the pale skin of her breasts as she smiled into the camera, holding a small stack of bills in her hand.

“This is me right after I finished ‘blowing’ my very first, real client!” Komaru explained. “Kae was so proud that she just had to take a picture. She said I’m well on my way to becoming a cock-sucking machine!”

“Wow… that’s a good look for you, Komaru,” Shuichi texted as he felt himself growing hard.

“Thanks!” Komaru replied before sending another picture, this time of her lying on a bed completely naked and a puddle of sperm on her stomach. “Her I am after my first vaginal client. He didn’t last as long as I thought he would, but it as still fun!” The next pic Komaru sent featured a close up of her smiling face while she held up a used pink condom between her fingers. “Here I am after using my first condom. I didn’t want to use it, but the client insisted. The sperm feels so weird squishy inside those things.” Komaru then sent a fourth photo, this time showing her leaning against a car with her skirt hiked up, her panties missing, and her naked pussy lips spread wide. “And this is me right after the first time a guy bought my-“

Shuichi’s abruptly stopped reading his texts as he felt a hand land on his shoulder.

“Hey there, Shuichi!” Makoto’s voice said right behind him.

Without thinking, Shuichi bolted up from his seat and tossed his phone as hard as he could across the room, causing it to land right into an open trash can on the far side. Behind him, Makoto just stared in confusion with his mouth agape.

“Uh… was there any particular reason that you did that?” The brunette boy asked awkwardly.

“Yeah, it was, uh… broken!” Shuichi hastily replied. “Yeah, it broke just before you got here so I just… tossed it in the trash! I just… really hate it when that happens!”

“Ah, that’s a real bummer! You must have lost a lot of important data on that thing,” Makoto replied, miraculously believing his coworker’s story. “Do you need a minute alone?”

“No, no, I got it out of my system,” Shuichi put up his hand and subtly let out a sigh of relief. “Was there something that you needed?”

“Actually, I was just dropping by to tell you that some of the other guys and I are going out to lunch together.” Makoto took out his phone and showed Shuichi an ad for a nearby restaurant. “Kaito and I were wondering if you wanted to come with us.”

“Oh…” Shuichi took a step back in surprise. “I’d love to go with you, but I brought my own lunch today.”

“So? That doesn’t mean you can’t come and eat it with us!” Makoto looked up at Shuichi and smiled.

“Yeah… I guess so.” Shuichi’s body visibly relaxed as he smiled back at Makoto. “Alright, I’ll meet you there. Just give me a few minutes to finish up this document, okay?”

“Of course! See you there, Shuichi!” Makoto waved and left towards the closest exit. Shuichi, meanwhile, sat back down at his desk and pretended to work until he was certain Makoto was gone, at which point Shuichi walked hurriedly to the other side of the room and fished his phone out of the trash. To his relief, it still seemed to be working despite being partly soaked in old soda.

“And that was the last one, I think!” Komaru’s latest text message read right underneath a photo of her pressing her naked breasts together for the camera. “So, what do you think of them all?”

“Those photos were all great, Komaru,” Shuichi replied once he was back at his cubicle and no one could see him typing. “You are such a beautiful young woman.”

“Hehe, please! You’re too kind!” Komaru texted with a blushing face.

“Thanks for trusting me enough to send those pictures, but I think I’m going to have to go now. I’m meeting some friends for lunch,” Shuichi texted as he gathered up his things.

“Oh, no problem! I was just about to meet up with a new John anyway.” Komaru punctuated her words with a cartoon kissy-face. “Talk to you later!”

Shuichi then did his best to clean off his phone before turning it off and hiding it in his bag so his friends wouldn’t see it. With that taken care of, Shuichi gathered up the rest of his things and steeled himself for lunch with his friends, hoping for the best but also cautiously preparing for the worst.

The restaurant was a place a few blocks away simply called ‘The World Famous’, which wasn’t all that special for a restaurant other than the fact that all their food had overpromising names, such as ‘The Steak of God’, ‘Pure Happiness Noodles’, and ‘The Earth’s Sweetest White Rice’. Despite its title, everything about the restaurant from its food to its simple wooden tables were only about average in quality.

When Shuichi arrived, the restaurant was in the middle of its daily lunch rush, so it was a little hard for him to see anything through the crowd. But, eventually, he managed to spot Kaito waving at him from a corner booth, with Makoto sitting across from him and another engineer in a similar suit sitting next to him. Shuichi could recognize from the third man’s sharp teeth and pink hair that his name was Kazuichi Soda, but he honestly couldn’t remember ever speaking to the man before.

“Hey, Shuichi, you made it!” Kaito gave Shuichi one of his patented slaps on the back as he sat down at the table. “I heard about your phone – that sucks man. Say, how about I make it up for you by buying you some lunch, eh?”

“Uh, thank you Kaito, but I actually-“ Shuichi began to say, only to be cut off by Kaito.

“Hey, waiter! Get my friend here a bowl of large fried rice, on me!” Kaito shouted to a server across the room, who nodded and went to the kitchen.

“Uh… thanks, Kaito…” Shuichi let out a sigh as he decided it would be best to just save that food for later.

“No worries, man! It’s what friends are for!” Kaito smiled and gave Shichi a thumbs-up.

“Really?” Kazuichi scratched his chin curiously. “Uh, actually, Kaito, I broke my phone too. Do you think you could cover my tab too?”

“Pfft, nice try, but I know you’d never let a gizmo of yours break,” Kaito said with a knowing smile.

“Eh, it was worth a shot.” Kazuichi smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “So, now that we’re all here, what’s been going on in your lives?”

“Oh, you know, same as always…” Makoto began as their food was all brought out to them.