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At the end of the day, the places my senior told me to work at paid off for privately working by myself.

I used to work at an all males Soapland. To put it in kind words… it was one hell of a slippery mess.

There was no significant friction when you would actually do the deed making penetration extremely difficult and to make matters worse, the soap/oil would make it difficult to use your mouth for pleasuring.

The taste of soap was…. not a delicacy.

That was probably the first time in my life where I could say it felt like my mouth was being violated by flavors I didn't even know exist.

But it was an unfortunately short experience for the young worker I was back then as it had immediately shut down in approximately 2 months after I joined. I heard it was because they found out we had a really young minor there.

As far as how low that person's age was, I was told it was even younger than me but I was thankful that I wasn't the person to get arrested at the very least.

Sometimes I do question about the state of this country.

They allows loopholes in their gambling and prostitution laws that people like me can get away with making money from this.

Even though I say that, it would mean i'm a hypocrite and I should actually be thankful that there exists an occupation where my family wouldn't be thrown into poverty.

I was tempted to think of darker thoughts but I shouldn't make my customer wait too long as I finally found her favorite item.

Pressing a few buttons here and there, I was able to order the 'equipment' which to me was quite controversial when I was a lot younger due to some messy memories that leave a bad taste in my mouth.

With the help of my clients and the fact that I never have to meet that demon again, I was able to start getting used to some of the weird requests given to me.

Fumiko was a person that originally liked to dominate people.

It was quite a depressing time when I had to force myself to get tied to the bed stand and be at risk of being vulnerable but I don't know when it started because Fumiko soon started to switch it up.

Originally, it was because she kept on ordering that I was to be tied and seem weak so that she could dominate me while being in the cowgirl position.

She would ride on me and attempt to make me edge but it was inevitable that she would get bored of doing that same play and same position for more than 20 times.

I was never able to express the feelings I felt, so I fooled her into trying the act just once.

JUST ONCE, and now it just seems like a compulsory ritual because of how addicted she has become to it.

It actually wasn't a serious kink compared to what my senior had encountered because I had just grabbed some rope from the encounter and a whip.

Fumiko would later be charged for borrowing this object but she already knew that if she was doing this for the nth time.

Although it was called a whip, it was more of a horsetail whisk with an intimidating black color scheme and black strands that would replace the image of a horsetail.

Compared to actual whips that could create tiny sonic booms, this little guy was much more kinder in the way it could lightly flog someone.

Surprisingly, I had to learn the hard way on how much control it needed when using something like this where you could probably harm a person with bruises or even fractured bones.

...My senior could've been a lot gentler…

I had to pay extra care to Fumiko who seemed fragile as glass and make sure not to harm her too badly.

The stuff I received was inside a brown bag due to privacy that the hotel likes to employ which is very common especially with one of the shops working with me.

It does get quite embarrassing when someone sees a random person holding some very kinky stuff.

I walked into the room, and it seems Fumiko had already prepared herself for the ride of pleasure that was about to begin as she started a bath up, and tidied up the mess we had created with the massage table.

Everything was organized clearly and there was the very soft sound of water dripping from the distance.

Might as well join in on the fun, throwing the brown bag filled with the kinky stuff and my clothes to the side as well, I ran into the bathroom.

Fumiko was already relaxing with the bathtub when I had just turned up and it seemed she had already cleaned up the oil I had smothered all over her body.

A strange thing I noticed in our country was the culture of bathing.

You would first take a shower to cleanse yourself and then take a bath just for relaxation. I would never do that at home because the water company would be chasing me for a lot more money.

The luxury to do something like that…. was something I could not do yet.

Ahh~ I think i'm being too serious, probably from Fumiko's experience, and to get rid of that depressing idea, I took a quick shower and hopped into the bath with her since we don't have to pay for the water fee.

The bathtub was barely big enough for the two of us because it would force the two partners to get into a position like this one for intimacy.

There wasn't enough space for me to be on the opposite side which was why I asked Fumiko to move forward so that she could sit on my lap.

I grabbed her head backward so that she could lean onto my chest while I placed my chin to rest on her head.