Shuichi's Sexy Psyche Taxi

“Augh… another long day at the office…” Shuichi Saihara sighed to himself as he leaned back in his office chair. His black suit, short black hair, and blue tie reflected off the dark computer as it powered down and he began to gather his things into his leather bag to go home. His silver eyes were tired and withdrawn from staring at a computer screen all day, checking report after report. This job paid well, but every single day was so boring. There was no hope, no despair, just endless repetition day in and day out. Even the food he ate and music he listened to seemed to be losing its taste to him these days. Not even season 52 of his favorite TV show, Danganronpa, could bring him joy anymore.

Sometimes, he wondered if he died five years ago in his cubicle and just never noticed. Other times, he wondered if he did die in his cubicle, if his coworkers would ever notice, or if his work was so unimportant that no one would even realize he was gone.

Not that he’d ever consider killing himself, of course. No, that was against the rules, and following the rules was how Shuichi managed to get where he was. He never smoked, drank, stayed out late, went over the speed limit, ran red lights, disrespected his elders, or even lied on the internet. Through out his entire, boring life, his record had been completely spotless.

Well, almost spotless.

Shuichi was always the kind of person to avoid trouble himself, of course, but a big reason because of that was because he gave in easily to social pressure, and social pressure doesn’t always push someone to do the ‘moral’ thing.

“Hey, Shuichi, my man!” Shuichi gasped as she suddenly felt a hand grab him by the shoulder from behind. He didn’t need to turn around to know that it was his coworker, Kaito Momota, standing behind him with his trademark spikey brown hair and only one arm through his black suit jacket.

“H-hello, Mr. Momota,” Shuichi greeted back, so timid that he couldn’t even look Kaito in the eyes as he spoke.

“Hey, come on! There’s no need to be so formal! We’re off the clock now, aren’t we?” Kaito laughed before slapping Shuichi on the shoulder once more. “So, you got any big plans for the night?”

“Uh, well…” Images of Shuichi sitting alone in his apartment, eating stale ramen, getting ready for the next day, and staring at the ceiling flashed through the young man’s mind. “Not really.”

“Good! Er, I mean, that’s too bad,” Kaito replied as he turned Shuichi around. “Unfortunately for me, though, I have a board meeting I have to attend, and we won’t be done until 8, so I can’t make any plans even if I wanted to.”

“You have my condolences, Mr. Momota.” Shuichi bowed to his senior coworker.

“Hey, like I said, there’s no reason to be so formal! We’re all friends here, right?” Kaito pat Shuichi’s shoulder again, nearly causing the shorter boy to fall over from the shear of it. “Anyways, since I’m going to be busy and you’re not, I was thinking maybe you could do me a favor. I mean, we are so close, after all.”

Shuichi wasn’t really sure what Kaito was talking about, since they barely even spoke to each other. As far as he knew, the only way they were close was that Kaito’s cubicle was only a few spots away from his.

But, still, Kaito was looking down at him with a wide smile and expectant eyes, and he didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Uh… yeah, I guess so…” Shuichi eventually replied, though he still couldn’t look Kaito in the eye for very long.

“Yeah, exactly!” Kaito laughed, rewarding Shuichi with another painful pat. “Now about that favor… I was thinking you could go into town and get me a girl for when the meeting’s done. You know, so I can get rid of the stress of work immediately.”

“A… girl?” Shuichi looked back up at his coworker with a confused look on his face. “You mean, you want me to pick up your sister or something? Or your mother?”

“Hahaha! Man, that’s a good one! You really do tell the best jokes!” Kaito burst out laughing in front of Shuichi, literally slapping his knee. Shuichi himself didn’t get the joke but laughed anyways too to avoid feeling awkward. “Yeah, no, you know exactly what kind of girl I want. A girl that you only see for a night, but you’ll never forget. The kind that for a little cash will completely blow your mind, as well as anything else you want~”

“Wait, you can’t possibly be talking about an… escort, are you?!” Shuichi gasped in shock.

“What? No, I’m talking about a whore!” Kaito replied, seemingly oblivious to the term Shuichi used. “Just go down to the red light district, find a cute hooker for me, and bring her to my place. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back for whatever it costs to hire her, and I’ll even give you a tip for your trouble! Just, uh, don’t pick anyone too pricy, understand?”

“Uh, but, I’ve never, uh, actually I-“ Shuichi stammered for a few moments before another hearty slap on his shoulder interrupted him.

“Thanks! I knew I could trust you to help a bro out, Shuichi!” Kaito spoke as he headed to another area of the office. “You’ll find my address in your email. “Catch you later, man! Remember, I’m counting on you!”

“Right… counting on me…” Shuichi reached into his wallet and checked to make sure it was full of cash. Sure enough, his frugalness meant that he had more than enough to purchase the services of any woman in town – well, he assumed so anyways. He had never actually hired a sex worker before, so he didn’t actually know what they charged.

“Well… hiring an escort can’t be that hard, right?” Shuichi told himself as he took an elevator down to his four-seat maroon convertible in the parking lot. “Yeah, this will take fifteen minutes at most. Just like getting groceries at the store, only the groceries are… sex.”

Shuichi gulped nervously but did his best to harden his resolve as he grabbed his black baseball cap from the passenger seat and put it on his head.

“Alright… here we go.”