#tw.prostitution

Graciously taking the money from the man, you waved him off with a smile as you moved somewhere else. The city was bustling with activity despite it being late at night, but it was also a Friday night and there was a new band playing near your place of business. Any guy who had enough beers in him and enough money saw you and immediately went trailing like a bee after honey. Good news is you had plenty of honey to give, drooling a finger for more money as you worked.

Hanging outside of the building, you lit up a cigarette as you faintly heard the bass from inside. There were hardly any customers when the band was playing, so you took it upon yourself to take a break, sitting outside on a stool and blowing off some steam. Sometimes, you went deeper into the lights to look for someone else, but your business was frowned upon, even in Kabukichō. Unlike other workers, you didn’t sign up to work with an actual business, deciding to stick to the shadows and take all the revenue for yourself. Only a couple of customers have asked for more from you, inquiring about love hotels, but you always decline. It’s easy to leave the night life behind from your day life if you’re unknown.

Hearing a door open and close behind you, you turn to see who’s left the building. He’s got a wild look to him as he paces in front of the door, unaware of your presence. When he leans against the wall to smoke, that’s when he seems to notice your gaze, turning to you. A small wave later and you’re back to gazing at the lights, finishing the last bit of your cigarette. Hearing the door open again, you can only assume the guy went back inside. Instead, you hear some whispering going on, then the door shuts as someone walks on the gravel. Pressing the still smoking bud against the wall, you look to the side to see your alley acquaintance close by. “May I help you?”

“You’re a prostitute, right?” He asks. So straightforward, your brow twitches in annoyance. If he’s planning on telling, you have plenty of money for one night.

“You better be asking to get your dick wet and not to turn me in,” you snap, glaring. He puts his hand up in mock surrender, grinning as a few yen shows in his hand. “I’ll take it as the former,”

“Unless you’re a bit busy right now. I got a few minutes to spare before my buddy comes looking for me,” he then shows the money. “Is it enough for just a touch?”

“Just a touch? Sweetie, you must not be used to these things. I do a lot more than just a bit of touching. Plus, you’d need to add at least 15,000 more yen if you want a creampie,” your lips curl as his eyes widen, but he digs in his pocket for his wallet. It’s a dangerous game, letting the risk of diseases in you, but you can’t get pregnant and lots of men like the feeling of finishing inside warm, wet walls that they don’t think about the risks. Handing you the extra money, you wink at him and put it securely away, grabbing his arm and bringing him closer to the door and further from the lights. “A bit more privacy, you know. Can’t have anyone walking by us, you know?”

“We’re in an alley. I passed by lots of girls getting fucked in other alleys, I don’t think they’ll look twice,” he mentions, but doesn’t try to convince you of moving. Pressing him against the wall, you press yourself against him while you rub his crotch. “Is this just a bit of touch?”

“It is, also initiation. I work to please the customer, but I need to know what they want. So tell me, Mr. Customer, what do you want me to do to you?”

“How about you put your mouth to use where your hand is?” You do as he asks, sliding down to a squat as your fingers work on undoing his jeans. Tight as they are, you aren’t expecting him to be as big as he is, hard cock bobbing in front of you. With a smile, you give his tip a little kiss, swiping your tongue over it as you feel his hand land on the top of your head. You don’t put it in your mouth yet, instead pressing open-mouthed kisses to the shaft as your tongue coats it in your saliva. Each slide of your tongue and touch of your lips has him sighing in content, cock twitching under your touch.

Moving your hand to rub him, you make sure to lube it up with your spit, dropping a glob of it before continuing to lick and slurp the side of his cock. A squeeze to his head and a thumb swiping over his slit has him moaning, one hand in a fist as it presses into the brick of the building. Moving your lips down even further, you suck and lick at his balls, getting him moaning some more while your hand pumps him. Precum steadily beads from his tip, his cock hardening even more under your touch as you continue to tease his balls.

Pressing more kisses as you move your head up, you make sure to lick up to his tip, swirling your tongue around while your hand pumps his cock and fondles him. Eventually, you efforts are rewarded with a heavy load of cum on your face, coating your lips and cheeks. Taking out a handkerchief, you manage to wipe the facial mess off, putting away the now dirty cloth. “What next?” You ask, continuing to kiss his cock. He’s soon twitching back to life, returning to his hardened state.

“You said I could creampie you. Better be worth the extra money,” he pants, getting off the wall. You moved before he could, and push your own hands where he was. Bending over, you let him ogle a bit you before snapping your fingers.

“Aren’t you in a rush? Stop ogling and start touching. Pull off my shorts,” you pat your ass, looking back at him. He shrugs and does as you say, peeling off your shorts that easily fall to the ground. With your pussy bare before him, you get to feel as he spreads your folds and ass apart, inspecting your wetness. Before you can say something else, he’s pushing his fingers against your cunt, sliding in two of them. Although he manages to rub your sensitive walls, getting you to moan, you tell him to cut it out. “This isn’t a lovemaking session, it’s a quick fuck. Do you want someone to open that door on us?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind. If anyone asks, I can lie and say we’re just a couple looking for a quick fuck before I go back on stage,” he says, but he does move from looking at your drooling cunt to pressing his cock against it. He’s a pretty decent size, so you know you’ll find some pleasure in it. The previous few guys were total busts, only being a couple of inches and getting off easily from just a few thrusts.

This guy, however, manages to glide into you enough to rub against all your sensitive nerves, making your eyes roll from the brief friction. You moan when he picks up your leg, keeping it hiked up in the crook of his elbow as he starts a pace that has the noise echoing in the alley. Most of the noises of the street life drown out the sound to everyone else, but it’s a beating drum in your ears as you keep your mouth open to constantly moan, drool dripping off your tongue as it hangs out. Raking your nails against the brick, you use your other hand to fondle your breast, popping it out of the promiscuous shirt you’ve chosen for the night. Grinning as you lock eyes with him, you make sure to continue massaging the flesh and flicking your fingers over the nipple, letting his thrusts rock your body. He moves his free hand from your body to the wall, picking up the pace as you stabilize yourself of the wall with both hands, one bent. There will probably be a rash or some kind of skin damage from it rubbing against the brick building, but you’re too caught up in how good he’s making you feel to bother caring now.

Each slap of his hips has cute moans coming from your mouth, sticky wetness connecting you two each time he pulls away. Caught up in the feeling of your own fluid dripping down his cock and your leg, you actually miss the door opening and the third person in the alley until your customer says something. “If you can’t tell, I’m busy, Kaji,”

“Shit,” he curses, then whistles as you look at him, giving a small wave until your client rubs your clit, barely keeping your leg in the air as he does. It’s enough stimulation to have your head hanging again, drool spilling from your mouth as your eyes roll. The new guy is completely ignored as ecstasy rolls through your body, toes curling as your shoe clatters to the ground, a small scream as your cunt creams around his cock. “Damn, Semi,” the guy whistles, still standing there.

Your client, Semi, is close behind, your own orgasm spurring his pace to falter as he gives a couple more deliberate thrusts. Forcing your walls to squeeze him, he finally finishes deep inside you, making you lick your lips as he moans, cursing as he finishes spurting inside you. When he pulls out, you feel his heavy load oozing out of your hole and down your leg, making a proper scene for his friend.

Looking up, you see his friend is gone, probably back inside. Your leg is dropped and you weakly pull your shorts back on, legs wobbly. Kicking off your other shoe, you clean off the drips down your leg while Semi tucks himself away. “Thanks,”

“Don’t mention it. Just doing my job,” you shrug, still a bit out of breath. Finished cleaning your leg off, you stand back up with your shoes in your hands. “I should be thanking you. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while,”

Before he can say anything, the door is opening as three guys come out, one of them being the one from earlier. “How much?” He asks. After telling him the deal, him and his friends pull out the money. “Wanna come inside and earn some money?”

How could you say no? You went home with almost twice as much as you usually make thanks to Semi and his band and got a favorite hangout spot.

It wasn’t your choice to be indebted to the mafia, but your husband was a horrible gambler who risked his and your lives to keep up with his addiction. The arrival of a man in a suit on your doorstep was shocking, but watching your husband beg the same man to take you in his place was even more so. A man held you still, but you didn’t bother to squirm. The one who seemed to be the boss — Akaashi, you heard him be called, barely bats an eye at your husband’s pleas, but he does let his eyes steady to your form. He’s not one to indulge in a quick fuck like Bokuto, he’s good at keeping his temper quiet, but your husband is testing that.

“If you’re so quick to give up your wife, you’re even worse than I thought,” his words are ice cold, slicing the air. It’s deathly quiet afterwards, not even your husbands sobs. No sound until a gunshot is fired, a sickening splat as your husband collapses in front of you. The strong scent of blood is in the air along with the gunpowder recently fired, coming from the gun lying in Akaashi’s hands. “So, I’ll be taking her from you, as you wish,”

“No, please!” You begin to squirm, the man holding you forcing you to get up and kneel in the pool of blood. The smell and the slick under your knees has your eyes widening in disgust and fear. “I didn’t do anything!”

“You have a pretty face, it’d be a shame to have it ruined,” he says, smirking. Tears stream down your cheeks, but you don’t move, chest barely heaving with breaths. “Pay for your husband’s debts by showing loyalty to the Fukurōdani Family,” is all he gives you, the gun being handed to the man who was holding you. His grip is gone, but Akaashi’s hand is gripping your hair in front of his crotch. His other hand unbuckles and unzips his slacks, easily able to remove himself from the confines of clothing. “Or you’ll join the fate of your husband.”

A small sound of a gun being cocked is heard behind you, which spurs you into nodding, fear keeping your eyes wide. A sickening grin splits his face as he leans back, but keeps his grip on your hair, so he shoves your face into his crotch where his cock stands. The gun behind you is fresh in your mind, but you attempt to show no fear as you hesitantly wrap your lips around his cock. “And no teeth, or I’ll rip them out.”

Each threat makes you shiver, scared for your life, but you know you have to at least get him off. An easy feat, you think, using your tongue to lick the underside of his head as he moans. Your hands find themselves at the base of his cock, rubbing the skin there as you drool on his head, letting it drip down. His soft moans have you continuing, putting him in your mouth as your tongue swirls around the tip. A swift pop as you release him, continuing to lick up the shaft and give the rest of his cock love, fingers occasionally teasing his balls. It’s not long at all, with your tongue teasing the underside and your hands fondling him, does he shove you on his cock and release down your throat with a deep groan. Gagging, you try to cough and breathe, feeling snot run down your nose as he finishes.