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Chizuruโs fingers tightened around her purse as she sat stiffly across from the client. He was fat, his belly pressing uncomfortably against the worn armrest of the chair, and old enough that his hair was thinning and peppered with gray. She forced a polite smile, her heart pounding at the thought of the extra service he had promised to pay for.
The restaurantโs dim light made his greasy skin shine, and when he spoke, his breath smelled faintly of stale cigarettes. The date was awkward, filled with forced small talk and her pretending to listen. But the thought of the fat stack of bills waiting at the end kept her going.
When the check came, he leaned in, voice low and rough. โYouโre not gonna say no, right? Iโm paying extra for a blowjob. You gotta do it.โ There was a cruel gleam in his eyes, and though the word stung, she reminded herself this was her job nowโno refusals.
Her throat tightened. โOkay,โ she said, voice barely a whisper.
Back in his cramped apartment, the air thick with old cologne and sweat, Chizuruโs stomach twisted. He sat back in the worn recliner, eyes fixed on her like a predator sizing up its prey.
She knelt slowly, cheeks burning. Her fingers trembled as they slid beneath his waistband, wrapping around his fat cock. It was bigger than sheโd imagined, heavy and hot in her hand. Her lips parted, wetting them nervously before she took the head into her mouth.
The taste was bitter and strange, and the awkwardness clung to her like a second skin. Her tongue flicked uncertainly, and the sounds of her sucking filled the silent room.
โFuck, youโre a good little whore,โ he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. The word cut sharply, but she didnโt resistโcouldnโt.
Her throat tightened as he thrust deeper, the rough scrape of his skin against her mouth unfamiliar and jarring. Sweat dripped down his belly, and the scent of him filled her senses.
