YF - Chapter 2

Riley has much to do. The life of a Yakuza is not an easy one. It’s full of hard work.

With her hands in her pockets, she strolls down the street to a building lit up with pink. The neon glow spills into the street, and a perky girl wearing a bikini and an apron smiles and waves, trying to entice people to come in.

Riley enters the foyer, where the manager, a slightly older woman, recognizes her at once and beckons. Wordlessly, Riley follows her to a tiled room with a bathtub and an inflatable floater on the floor. The manager leaves her. The room is warm and smells like soap and perfume. Riley strips naked and sinks into the warm bath. She doesn’t have to wait long.

A girl enters wearing a green blue bikini. She’s short and has a big smile. Her figure isn’t quite chubby, but there’s plenty to hold. She chatters away, and Riley relaxes as the girl soaps up a sponge and bathes her.

Soon she’s on the inflatable mattress, and the soap girl is sliding her slippery body all over her. The girl is a little clumsy, but likable. Riley rests her head on her arms and enjoys it. It’s especially nice when the girl takes her top off, and Riley can feel her hard nipples on her back.

The girl prompts Riley to turn over, which she does, causing her slick, soapy erection to slap against her flat belly. The girl resumes as Riley settles in. The soap girl’s soft, warm breasts glide all over Riley’s cock. Then the girl reverses, using her whole body. Her covered mound rubs roughly over the shaft and Riley has a perfect view of her backside, where her bikini bottoms are riding up enticingly.

The massage becomes a blatant and spirited boob job. Soap and oil squelch noisily as the girl’s pillowy tits squeeze Riley’s cock. The girl slides up beside Riley, stroking her rapidly with her hand. Riley doesn’t fight it. She closes her eyes and sighs as the girl easily brings her off, milking her gently until her cock is soft and a large pool of cum shines on Riley’s belly.

The girl slips away to bring towels.

Twenty minutes later, feeling relaxed and smelling very good, Riley emerges with her clothes back on. The manager joins her just outside the shop as Riley buys a can of cold milk tea from the vending machine by the door. She pops it open.

“Fire her,” she says to the manager in Japanese, referring to the new soap girl.

The girl was very likable, but she wasn’t supposed to get Riley off without being signaled to do so by the customer. She should have stuck to the soap routine instead of volunteering anything extra. Girls who forget the rules like that can get a place raided by the police. The Aramaki Clan doesn’t need that right now, and there’s no reason not to run a clean business.

The manager bows and disappears back into the store.

Riley drinks her milk tea and tosses the can over her shoulder. It lands in the proper recycling receptacle. Real Yakuza always recycle.