Pussy Sake

The last of the sushi was gone. A server, an older Japanese woman, came and peeled the leaves off the naked young woman who had served as their tray. The woman asked Angelica Blaze a question in Japanese, and Angelica answered in the same language.

The young woman brought her knees up together, and moved around to the edge of the table, so that her feet were resting on a little stool between Lois and Blaze. The reporter looked a question at her date. Angelica shot back that Mona Lisa smile, and Lois got the message: wait and see.

The older woman returned carrying a white ceramic bottle, wrapped in a cloth. Lois had seen the like before: it was a sake bottle. Japanese rice wine, traditionally served warm. Reaching over the young woman's knees, the old woman carefully poured the clear fluid so that it splashed gently against her lower stomach...and ran down to the hollow of her crotch, the tightly closed legs forming a little shallow space where the liquor could collect.

The bottle was left on the table. The door slid closed. The young woman sat there, expectantly, looking at her knees, saying nothing.

"Go ahead, Lois," Blaze said, her voice carrying the challenge. "Have the first sip."

Lois Lane hesitated. This was a little beyond the pale, normally speaking, to drink sake out of the crotch of a nubile young woman. But then, she had already eaten sushi off her nipples...and when would she ever have this chance again? When in Rome, and all that.

So the reporter dipped her head down over the young woman's left hip. This close, the reporter could smell the pleasant, clean scent of the young woman's fresh-washed skin, the sharp odor of the sake. Lois held her hair back with one hand as she brought her face down lower and lower...until she was within an inch or so of the fresh young pussy...and her lips touched the surface, and she began to drink, trying not to slurp.

Despite her best efforts, Lois couldn't avoid her cheeks and chin touching the young woman's soft skin...and when Lois raised her head back, licking her lips, the flush she felt in her face wasn't just the ****.

Blaze refilled the "cup" from the bottle, and took her own taste. Like Lois, she held her hair back with her hands...and as Lois saw her drink, the reporter wondered how much of the flavor of the sake was informed by the subtle oils from that young woman's skin, from the secretions of her pussy...and how much it must be dripping down into that tight cleft, being absorbed through the membranes. Keep up such a game long enough, and they might have a very drunk "cup" on their hands.

The reporter's date raised her head, smacking her lips with satisfaction.

"It's traditional to finish the bottle," Angelica said. "But if you'd rather we did it alone, our friend here has more than earned her pay...and a generous bonus."