A Visit to the Titty Typhoon

When Shuichi arrived at his main bank to deposit Kirumi’s check, he couldn’t help but sweat a little as he wondered if the check would be rejected or, perhaps worse, he could be arrested on suspicion of fraud. However, to his relief, the check only earned him a strange glance followed by a brief phone call to Kirumi’s shell company before the money was deposited and his savings were finally restored. Shuichi couldn’t help but feel guilty that his boss was dropping such a large amount of money on him on a whim like this, but the last few weeks had been such a strain on his personal finances that he still breathed a sigh of relief as the bank teller read him his new balance.

With that done, he withdrew one million yen in bills to stuff into his wallet before driving back to work. He’d normally only withdraw a few thousand at most, but with the rate he’d been spending money lately he had a feeling he’d need all of it.

“No… I shouldn’t think like that,” Shuichi chastised himself as he sat black down at his desk, thoughts of texting Maki and Mukuro now far from his mind. “I should start working on saving money again, or else I’ll be back in the red again before I know it… just like the finance department in this report.”

Shuichi then spent the rest of his afternoon working at his desk like he normally would, only occasionally interrupted by a coworker who wanted to stop by to wish him a happy birthday. Then as it got close to time for the office to close, he went downstairs and found Kaito, Makoto, and Kazuichi all waiting for him by the exit to the parking lot.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Kaito greeted as Shuichi walked up to him. “So, are you ready to get your last gift and have the time of your life? Because I guarantee you’re going to go home the happiest man imaginable.”

“Well, I’d like to say I’m ready, but.. That’s rather hard to do when I still don’t know what my gift is,” Shuichi pointed out. “Speaking of, where is the gift anyway? I can’t see any boxes or anything anywhere.”

“Heh, in good time, Shuichi! In good time!” Kaito assured him as he pat Shuichi on the back. “Don’t worry, though; it’s not that far away. Everyone, hop in my car and I’ll take us all right there; we can come back for your cars later.”

“Shotgun!” Makoto said as they turned toward Kaito’s refurbished red Coupe deVille in the lot.

“Sho-” Kazuichi began to say before stomping his food. “Goddamn it! Why do you always win at that, Makoto!?”

“Heh, I’m just lucky, I guess!” Makoto said with a laugh as he opened the passenger side door. “You can ride in front on the way back if it means that much to you.”

“No! I am going to beat you one day, I swear it!” Kazuichi said with a grumpy huff as he got into the back seat with Shuichi. Shuichi, for his part, just laughed at the two as Kaito turned on the engine and drove off into the city.

Shuichi couldn’t help but stare outside his window as they went, wondering what exactly Kaito could have gotten him. As they passed by the home-appliance store he thought for a moment that it might have been a new vacuum… when they drove past a 5-star restaurant he imagined that it was a three-course meal… but then, as Kaito kept driving and Shuichi started to recognize the turns he was taking, a blush began to creep into Shuichi’s face.

“Wait… hold on a second, Kaito.” Shuichi put his hand on the back of Kaito’s seat and leaned forward. “You do realize what direction you’re headed, right?”

“You mean, toward the red-light district?” Kaito smirked as he glanced back at Shuichi. “Yep! But that’s not a mistake; that’s where we’re going to give you your gift!”

“Augh, Kaito! Not again…” Shuichi blushed even harder and slapped his face with the palm of his hand. “I thought I told you not to- hey, wait a second.” Shuichi lowered his hand and sat up as a realization hit him. “If we’re just going to the red-light district to hire a girl, then why are Makoto and Kazuichi here too?”

“Oh, that’s simple; because we’re not hiring a girl for you, Shuichi,” Kaito said as he drove into the red-light District and came to a stop in front of one of the largest buildings in the entire area. “We’re taking you… to paradise!”

Shuichi blushed again as he looked out his window and saw the bright yellow sign above the building’s entrance, a sign that everyone who frequented the red-light district was very familiar with. The sign read ‘Titty Typhoon’ in bright yellow neon lights, and it was backed by two blue swirls that both represented hurricanes… as well as something else.

“The T-Titty Typhoon!?” Shuichi gasped, nearly falling off his seat in shock. “You’re taking me to the most famous strip club in all of town!?”

“Not just taking you, dude; we’re throwing you a second party here!” Kazuichi smiled and gave Shuichi a proud thumbs-up. “It was a little expensive, to be sure, but the three of us decided to chip in to reserve a whole table for you. Plus, it’s not like we won’t be having fun too!”

“Y-yeah… but just so you know, I’m only going to help you feel more comfortable, Shuichi,” Makoto said, scratching his face nervously.

“Right, of course!” Kaito chuckled as he parked his car and opened up his door. “Now, let’s get inside quickly; it looks like today might be the one day this year that it rains, and I don’t want to watch the show in soggy clothes!”

One hour earlier, on the other side of the doors of the Titty Typhoon, the men and women who ran the club were hard at work preparing to open for the day. Above their heads, blue, yellow, and purple lights gave everything almost an eerie, angelic glow as janitors made sure everything was clean and sterile, waitresses prepared to serve food and drinks, and strippers went backstage to get ready for their dance routines. The club was by far the largest in the city, with ten different stripper poles on three separate stages, and enough black leather couches to seat up to fifty customers at once at their low black drinking tables.

There was only one main bar there, however, and the woman who ran it was currently hard at work getting out glasses to prepare some of her favorite drinks. Her name was Hiroko Hagakure and, unlike most of the other women in the building, the pink-haired bartender was wearing her normal casual clothes, including her favorite blue stadium jacket and her lucky pearl necklace.

Her lips moved back and forth as she placed her favorite scotch onto the bar, her throat thirsty for a little sip before her shift began, but she stopped herself before she could try uncorking it; she didn’t want to risk any damage to the newest member of her family, after all.

Once the drinks and the glasses were all prepared and shiny, Hiroko walked out from behind the bar and went to the backstage area, where the Titty Typhoon’s famous dancers all sat in front of their mirrors to make sure that their clothes and makeup were perfect for when they finally went onstage. Many of these girls were so famous for their dances that people spoke of them the world over, but Hiroko wasn’t back there looking for any of those women. Instead, she was looking for a new dancer who had only been there for two weeks, but she had already risen through the ranks to become a customer favorite, second only to the owner herself.

Her name was Mikan Tsumiki, and she had joined to help pay off her debt from nursing school more quickly. Hiroko could already tell that she had what it takes to be a truly great dancer, but she had one major problem standing in the way of that; despite her skill and her amazing body, she seemed to have a complete and total lack of self-confidence, causing her to stutter and doubt herself at every turn.

And that was why Hiroko was looking for her; Mikan Tsumiki would need to be at her best this night, especially considering the very special client that would be there soon.

“Hey, Lisa,” Hiroko greeted as she walked up behind the woman at her makeup desk, referring to her by her stripper name. “Do you have a moment?”

At the moment, Mikan had only just arrived and was in the middle of removing her massive trench coat, revealing that the only thing she had on underneath was a simple purple bra and panty combo. But even that hugged her very impressive figure, and without the bra, her breasts were perky and firm, and the panties only somehow made her nice ass look bigger. The woman herself also had dark plum-colored hair that was cut unevenly, forever giving her a mismatched appearance, complemented by gray-mauve eyes, topped off with a beauty mark on her cheek.

“Aaaahhh!” The instant she heard the bartender’s voice, Mikan tensed up and raised her hands in front of her face reflexively. “O-Oh, Hiroko. W-what is it? D-did I mess up again? Oh no! Hiyoko’s gonna be mad at me!”

“Shhhh… calm down, Mikan,” Hiroko shushed, putting a finger to the younger girl’s lips. “Relax, sweetheart; you’re not in trouble, I promise. I just wanted to stop by and give you the heads up about someone we’ll be servicing here tonight. You do know that someone booked a table for a birthday party, right?”

“Y-yeah? So? That happens all the time.” Mikan asked before her whole body tensed up. “Oh no… the party’s not for a famous m-mobster, is it?”

“No, nothing like that.” Hiroko laughed. “It’s for Shuichi Saihara; you might have heard some girls around here call him the ‘Ultimate John’.”

Mikan’s eyes went wide with horror but, before she could panic, Hiroko silenced the girl with her finger again and continued.

“This is your chance sweetheart. You’ve been practicing your dances at home for a while now, right? You can finally show Hiyoko, and everyone else, how far you’ve come,” Hiroko said as encouragingly as she could. “And before you say that Hiyoko will never let you out there, I know that’s not true. She wants you to succeed just as much as the rest of us. She’s just hard on you for the same reason she’s hard on everyone, including herself; she always wants us to improve and get better.”

“R-really? You really t-think so?” Mikan asked as Hiroko removed her finger.

“I know so, Sweetie.” Hiroko smiled and patted the nurse gently on the cheek. “So get psyched, Mikan, because your life’s only gonna get better after tonight.”

“Alright girls, the doors are gonna be open in a few minutes, wrap up whatever you’re doing!” the voice of Mikan’s boss, Hiyoko, shouted in the background. “We need to get ready to knock some pants off ASAP!”

“Looks like that’s our cue.” Hiroko went to go back to her bar, but not before glancing over her shoulder and giving Mikan one last wink. “Knock ‘em out, sweetheart!”

“Okay, everyone…” A voice suddenly intonned over the strip club speakers. “It’s showtime!’

The doors to the Titty Typhoon had only been open for half an hour by the time Shuichi and his friends arrived, but by then everything was already in full swing. Thumping dance music played from speakers in front of the stages and on the ceiling, which the mostly-naked dancers onstage sensually moved their bodies to - all while men (and a few women) watched from below, drinking and tossing money onto the stage.

“Wow… so this is what a strip club is actually like,” Shuichi said as he took a look around. “I’ve always wondered why anyone would come to places like this when porn and regular sex workers exist, but now that I’m here I can see that the atmosphere is almost… intoxicating. You weren’t exaggerating when you said this place was like heaven on earth.”

“Heh, if you think all this is good, just wait until you see the club’s star attraction: The Ultimate Exotic Dancer, Sunshine,” said Kazuichi. “People come from all over the world to see her, and they say she’s so hot that she can make a guy blow his load just by looking at him… er, not that I’d know from experience, of course.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure that she was working tonight when I arranged all this, so we’ll definitely get the chance to see her,” said Kaito. “Now, let’s go find our seats and get something to drink, shall we? I bet the birthday boy’s thirsty by now!”

Meanwhile, behind the main stage of the Titty Typhoon, the dancer Kazuichi was just talking about was busily peeking out into the crowd through a small hole in the wood. Her full name was Hiyoko Saionji, and she had long blonde hair tied into a ponytail by a pink ribbon, golden yellow eyes, and she was wearing a luxurious pink kimono robe. Most strippers at the club wore simple bathrobes when offstage, if that, but Hiyoko always liked to go the extra mile with her appearance - after all, it helped remind everyone who worked there who owned this club.

“Hmm… what is taking him so long?” the blonde thought angrily to herself as she stared past the stripper poles. “Was there a change in plans? Did Shuichi not want to go? Or does he already have another favorite strip club?” The dancer began to grit her teeth as she seethed at the idea. “He better not have… if he skips out on us, we’ll be the laughing stocks of the whole red-light district!”

“U-ummm… any sign of him? I-I hope nothing happened; I-I was looking f-forward to this!” someone said behind Hiyoko. Those words came from Mikan, who wore a nurse-themed outfit that hugged her figure like a pervert in an anime, red and white colors meshing well with her healthy, pale skin, topped off with a nurse cap that was often used to collect tips. Her impressive chest was straining and spilling up against a latex tube top that was two sizes too small, with cross-shaped cutouts at the nipples, while her nether regions were concealed by bright white panties that had an erratic heartbeat printed in red on the ass, topped off with the words ‘your heartbeat when I’m around’ written right underneath the waistline. Her arms were also wrapped in white medical bandages, but those weren’t really part of her outfit.

Hiyoko grit her teeth even harder. Mikan’s whining, stammering, and all around being a pain in Hiyoko’s well-toned, jiggly, and plump ass definitely wasn’t helping her calm down at all.

“No Mikan, he isn’t here yet. We’ll just have to keep-” Hiyoko immediately shut up when he saw that the man of the hour had indeed arrived, and had begun to chat it up with the bartender. It was time. Showtime. Giving a few, quiet claps to get the attention of every other girl backstage, Hiyoko began to whisper. “Alright ladies, the Ultimate John, Shuichi Saihara, has arrived, and he’s here to have the greatest birthday party of his life. Summer, you got the cake?”

“You know it, boss!” another girl replied. “We still need to bring it in, but we can wait until they call us. And you weren’t kidding about that thing looking good. I know the Ultimate Chef made it, but god damn, it took everything I had to not to steal a slice myself.”

“And that’s why I love you, Summer.” Hiyoko grabbed the girl by the face and kissed her on the forehead. “As for the rest of you, just so that there aren’t any misunderstandings; there is a lot of rep and cash on the line here, not just from the special boy himself, but from a lot of other people who are scouting the place for more… refined clientele. If we can earn Shuichi’s endorsement, even an unspoken one, then we’ll be guaranteed to keep our status as top dogs of the district. That means I expect the absolute best behavior from all of you, and total professionalism. Or at least as professional as skanks can be.”

“I-I won’t let you down! I’ve been p-practicing at home, and I got s-something that-that I’m sure will cause the b-boys to j-jizz in their pants!” Mikan proclaimed with a smile that tried to come off as confident, but was instead just pitiful. Hiyoko, however, felt her blood run cold at her statement.

“Uhhhhhh, no, you aren’t,” Hiyoko countered. “You are not going out there Tsumiki. Not gonna happen, permission denied, you have been stopped, no how, no way, THE END!”

“B-but-”

“N. O.” Hiyoko interjected, shutting down Mikan’s whining before it could even start.

“Come on Hiyoko. You haven’t let her give so much as a lap dance yesterday. All she did was sit around backstage,” one of the other girls pointed out.

“Maybe that’s because the day before, while she was working the pole, she flew off and landed right onto a client’s lap! She was lucky she didn’t flatten his balls!” Hiyoko’s voice dripped with venom as her gold eyes seemed to darken a few shades. “ Or maybe it’s because she once tripped and tore off my panties and bra while reaching for something to stop her fall when I was on my way to a VIP room! It wasn’t enough my body was laid bare for fucking free, but they were my favorite combo too!! Or , maybe-”

“I-I’m sorrryyyy!!!!” Mikan wailed, the waterworks already at full blast. The other girls immediately set to work trying to calm the nurse-themed dancer down, both because they felt pity for her, and because they neither wanted nor needed any customers to see something like this happening.

Mikan got down on her knees and bowed, still sobbing. “P-pleaaaase! I promise I’ll be g-good! I promise I-I won’t screw up! Just l-let me t-try! P-pleaaaaaase!!! I-I’ve been practicing for s-so long!”

Hiyoko let out a groan of annoyance and rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine ! Fucking fine! You can do your routine.” She then grabbed Mikan by her shoulder and lifted her to her feet. “But mark my fucking words Tsumiki; you so much as shake a pinky toe wrong, and I’ll skin you like a fucking pig. Clear?”

“Y-yes! Oh thank you so m-much!” Mikan wiped away her tears. “I promise, I won’t let you dow-”

“We’ll see, you clumsy bimbo.” Hiyoko pushed Mikan away and turned her attention back to the other stirppers. “Alright everyone, here’s the plan! I’m going to go out there, catch the Ultimate John’s attention. After he’s nice and warmed up, Mikan will do her little… routine, then we bring out the cake. We’ll spoil the guy and his pals senseless, and hopefully they’ll be buzzed enough that they’ll agree to buy some private dances. If all goes well, those boys are gonna be leaving with their banks broken. Any questions?”

Everyone shook their heads ‘no’.

“Alright. You know what time it is?!” Hiyoko asked her fellow strippers

“Showtime!”

Back on the main floor, Shuichi and his friends had just arrived at their reserved seats and sat down, sinking into the soft leather of their couches. Shuichi was still blushing as he sat, still in disbelief that he was actually somewhere like this with his coworkers. Not only that, but their seats were so close to the main stage that the stippers were almost within arm’s reach, and Shuichi could swear he could smell the steaming sweat emanating off their bodies.

The four didn’t have much time to stare at the dancers before they were interrupted by an older, but still beautiful, woman with pink hair.

“Why, hello there everyone,” the woman greeted, her voice cool and casual. “My name’s Hiroko, and it’s going to be my job to supply you guys with the best food and happy-juice on this side of the Pacific.” She turned and gave the group a playful wink. “So, which one of you is the lucky birthday boy that I’ve heard so much about?”

“That would be this guy right here!” Kaito pat Shuichi on the back as he sat next to him. “He’s twenty-eight years old now, can you believe it? He doesn’t look a day over eighteen in my mind.”

“Agreed… though, he’s a bit less… imposing than I imagined him to be.” Hiroko stared curiously at Shuichi for a moment before taking out a pen and notepad. “So, what can I start you boys out with?”

“I’ll have a light beer with some lime, and… maybe a small sandwich,” said Makoto.

“A light beer? Pfft” Kazuichi scoffed exaggeratedly. “I’m going to start off strong; get me the best margarita in the house, okay?”

“Go ahead and make that two!” Kaito intoned.

“Of course; I’ll get those for you right away.” Hiroko jotted the orders down and turned back to Shuichi. “And what about you, big boy? Since it’s your birthday, all drinks will be half-off for you, you know.”

“Uh.. that’s fine, thanks,” Shuichi replied, still a little nervous. “I’ll just have water?”

“Water? On your birthday? Are you serious, kid?” Hiroko blinked in surprise at Shuichi. “You’re not a non-drinker, are you?”

“N-no, it’s just that, uh… I’m trying to look after my figure,” Shuichi offered meekly.

“Well, that is always a good cause, but… trust me when I say that you should enjoy opportunities to let loose like this when you can. After all, you’re not going to stay young forever,” Hiroko explained as she gave Shuichi a comforting smile.

“I know that, but… I’d still like to be able to remember this night clearly when I am older,” Shuichi countered. “And besides… just being here with my friends is good enough for me.”

“Interesting.. You may be the first guy I’ve talked to say something like that. I think I’ll get you a little light wine, on the house, just in case you change your mind, though.” Hiroko finished writing on her notepad ang gave Shuichi another wink. “Enjoy the show, and let me know if you need anything, okay, sweetie?”

“S-sure thing, ma’am,” Shuichi replied with a light blush.

“Hey, don’t worry about her, man; she’s just playing with you,” Kaito interjected “What you should be paying attention to is the absolute beauties up on stage! I mean, just look at them! Aren’t they incredible?”

“Yeah, I have to admit they are… quite beautiful.” Shuichi glanced up onto the main stage and stared at a topless woman with tan skin as she spun sensually up and down around a stripper pole. “So, now that we’re here, do you mind if you guys explain to me how this place, you know… works?”

“Don’t worry, Shuichi; it’s not all that complicated,” Makoto assured him. “Basically, girls will come out on stage and we just get to sit back and enjoy the show. If we like what we’re seeing, then we can throw some of our cash onstage to show our appreciation - and if a girl really takes a liking to you, then she might take you to a VIP room to give you a private dance.”

“Heh, yeah, those are pretty great!” Kazuichi chuckled to himself. “You can also hire girls to give you lapdances if you catch them walking around the floor, but those can get pretty expensive. Just be sure to remember the golden rule of stripclubs, though; they can touch you, but you can’t touch them.”

“Well, for the most part anyway. The bouncers tend not to mind touching if it’s just to give a girl a tip.” Kaito stood up and took out a ten thousand yen bill out of his pocket, which he then slipped underneath the waistband of the girl currently onstage. He rather blatantly groped the woman’s soft rear while he did so, but she didn’t seem to mind - in fact, she seemed to wiggle her hips in appreciation. “See what I mean?”

“O-okay, I think that makes sense…” Shuichi tried not to overheat as he reached for the wad of bills he brought with him in his pocket. “But even if you say that, I’m not sure if I can-”

“Alright everyone! I apologize for interrupting, but I have a very special announcement to make.” A male voice suddenly interrupted over the speakers, cutting off the music. Looking up, Shuichi could see the source of the voice came from a man with spiky white hair wearing large black headphones and a long black sweater with matching gloves. He was currently operating the main DJ table beside the main stage, though it seemed deliberately camouflaged to avoid gathering too much attention. “Good evening, everyone! My name is DJ Key-Boy, and I am happy to announce that we are finally ready to start our first major dance routine - and that this particular dance is dedicated to one Shuichi Saiahra, in honor of his birthday!”

“Woohoo! Go, Shuichi! Happy birthday!!” Kaito and Kazuichi both cheered for a very embarrassed Shuichi as the dancers currently onstage all cleared out and Hiroko returned briefly to drop off their drinks.

“Now, put your hands together in rhythmic, celebratory fashion for our star performer!” Key-Boy continued. “Introducing our top girl, who is 5’10’’, loves to wear kimonos, hates sour gummy bears, and to top it all off, I am contractually obligated to keep her weight a secret. Please welcome the Ultimate Exotic Dancer… Sunshine!”

Hiyoko **** herself to smile as she and two other dancers walked out onto the main stage and were greeted by the thunderous applause of the crowd. Hiyoko always despised the way Key-Boy introduced her and the other dancers, but his skill as a DJ and technician meant that she had to put up with him for better or for worse. But, what was done is done, and she knew that there was no use getting worked up over it now.

Pulling the tie that held her kimono together, Hiyoko let her robes fall to the ground and she stepped out into the spotlight to finally show her body off to the club. She wore a skintight orange velour catsuit, and underneath that was a loose white shirt that only covered her breasts, and underneath that was a bright red demi bra. As for her lower regions, she wore a simple lacy red thong, and two red straps on both of her legs or any and all tips she would definitely be receiving by the end of tonight.

As Hiyoko kept smiling and blew kisses into the crowd, ‘Sunshine’ also took the opportunity to get a good look at her audience for the night. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any troublemakers out tonight, so she wouldn’t have to worry about bouncers or unruly guests blocking the crowd’s view of her.

And speaking of views, Hiyoko could see that the Ultimate John himself had a perfect view of her, and was already staring at her curves. Hiyoko’s smile quickly shifted from fake to genuine as she realized he wasn’t even paying attention to her backup dancers - if things kept up at this rate, she was going to have him wrapped around her finger by the end of the night.

But, just beyond Shuichi, Hiyoko noticed someone else there who had caught her eye. It was one of the few female patrons of the club; a girl with freckles dotting her face and a bob of hair as red as ketchup. It was her friend, Mahiru Koizumi, otherwise known as the Ultimate Photographer, wearing some rather boring and plain clothes; a white uniform dress shirt with short sleeves and a chest pocket, with a red and white plaid tie at her collar. To top it off, she had an olive green jumper with a pleated skirt. True to her name, she was also holding large digital camera in her lap, which would normally be against the rules but Hiyoko had always made sure to cut Mahiru slack on that one; after all, they worked together in the past and she always made sure to pay the club for any photos that she sold. There was no doubt in Hiyoko’s mind that Mahiru would be leaving with plenty of ‘material’ that night, but she knew that she could do one better than that.

But Hiyoko also knew that planning to do something was one thing, but actually doing them was another. So, as the applause finally died down, she took a deep breath and prepared to start her routine.

“Okay… showtime~”