The large van rolled to a stop. Literally --rolled-- to a stop, ending up on its right side. Sara McDogall was not in a good mood to start, and the demonstration of Seta’s usual driving skills did nothing to improve things. Here we are again. What luck I have. A mother who drops me off with this odd Seta guy, a Japanese dude who is always going out on expeditions and who in turn dumps her at this silly girl’s dorm. A nice guy, but she had finally gotten exasperated of him. Here we go again, back at Hinata House. All ready to have Seta abandon her for another few months. The plus side of it was, she knew the residents to the point she knows the foibles of each one and how to exploit them. Naru was the most transparent, so fixated on the Penis Carrier that it was simple to trick her with the sweet blonde routine. Kitsume? Easy bribed by money (for which she was always desperate) or alcohol (no challenge for someone as ingenious as Sarah.) Mitsume? So myopic and indulgent – she couldn’t see bad in her if she was Charles Manson. Ditto Shinobu, although if she ever stood up to Sarah at all, even Sarah could physically intimidate her and make her cry. And Kentaru – what fun. Setting up booby traps, horking the contents of his wallet, and especially seeing to it that he blundered into Naru in the bath, he constituted no end of entertainment. And she had business ideas. At the end of the several months, she hoped to have gotten current with her studies, had a little reefer, gotten a full pocketful of yen, and seen Kentaru launched into a low earth orbit a dozen times or so. Things could be worse. Still, she would rather be back at the mall in Anaheim, hanging out with other American girls like her. The one question mark was Motoko. She had originally doted on Sarah when she first met her, but as several years had passed, she had gotten notably cooler toward her. With her rigid self-discipline, it wouldn’t be hard for her to see her as a manipulative and troublesome gai-jin, without the loveable spirit that marked Suu. Mostly because that is what Sarah was, and she knew it. Now, Suu...despite those years, probably still loved to romp with her. She just had to be careful to separate her from Motoko. With even more energy than she usually employed, Suu ran down the corridors of Hinita House, looking for - what? Kendo Girl was probably outside practicing. It occurred to her momentarily she should turn around and attend to Kitsume - Suu was not in lust with the sedentary girl, she But liked her well enough that it occurred to her the pleasure had been one-way, and she ought to repay. She turned to go back to her room. There was a great commotion at the front door. Mitsume and Naru were greeting someone at the front door. So was Kentaro, but he was hanging back as if in fear. Quickly Suu pushed her way to the front, and saw none other than her old friend Sarah. With - of course - a van lying on its side in the background. Said it all – Sarah’s going to be staying over again! In a thrice Suu forgot about Motoko and Kitsume both. She had a brain like that, one that could only hold one thought, albeit intensely, at a time. It was why she could be so good at developing things, if the idea struck her. But it could keep here from engaging in the simplest of cautionary moves, like consulting her bedmate about this, a visitor that should by now have raised all sorts of red flags. Suu charged up and hugged Sarah with intense joy. Sarah hugged her back. Suu thought it was great to have her old playmate back. But when she hugged, she noticed that instead of slight swellings that Suu had on her chest, Sarah had breasts. Not yet Naru or Kitsume sized, but definitely a noticeable part of her, even in a hug. Pulling back, Suu noticed even more changes. Sarah had a waist and hips. And in her navel, a piece of jewelry dangled. Gone was the defiant baseball cap; instead was copious blonde hair, washed and styled in at no common hairdresser. If the impression Suu had of Sarah was how much she had changed, the impression that Sarah had of Suu was how little she had changed. She still runs around in a short shirt with nothing on her brown legs and feet, and a top with nothing on underneath? I don’t know if she does it to be some guy’s wet dream or so she can jill off in a moment’s notice, she thought. Down the hallway came Motoko, carrying her usual bladed prop. "Hello Sarah, here again? And for how long do we have this pleasure?" Her words may have been polite, but they dripped with the coldness that only the Japanese culture can manage against the excluded. A half hour later the two of them were out in the hot spring. No longer did Sarah wear a white maillot to the springs, but took her clothes off like everyone else. Nude, the contrast between them was even greater. Suu had not begun to sprout pubic hair, while Sarah’s was already shaved into a neat yellow triangle. But while Sarah was the more physically mature, Suu was still incomparable in the energy department. Sarah noticed she literally couldn’t stay still for a minute. Sarah wasn’t normally interested in girls. She had set her sights on boys and the material future they represented. But she had no doubt Suu would be an incendiary bedpartner, if she so desired. But she had other plans. "Suu, how would you like to make a little money?" she confided in English. "But I’ve still got plenty of money from my home country. At least five million!" "Suu, haven’t you learned by now? The exchange rate for the Molmol Zuud is 140 to the yen, or about 17,500 to one U.S. dollar. And falling rapidly. The Zuud, is in fact, no good." Suu looked crestfallen at this hard truth about her country, to which she was intensely loyal despite her affection for Japan. "Your country lives off CIA payments and the mining of turtle guano. Fortunately there is enough from your family to keep you here in the luxury of Hina house. But you should put some cash – hard cash – aside for yourself. And I know how to make lots of it. And have lots of fun." "How is that?" "We run an escort service. We sneak a guy up to our rooms when no one is looking, charge them an outrageous fee to take our clothes off, then kick them out once...you know." "But don’t they want to stick their things inside us?" Suu knew what cocks were, having slept beside Kentaru. She knew he wanted to stick his into Naru, and all the rest, as little luck as it had brought him so far. "The secret is, I always pick them young and dumb. If you get them properly worked up, they can’t help themselves – they shoot off long before they can enter you. Then they get all apologetic, and you can get angry and tell them to leave. It has always worked with me – believe it or not I’ve had about six guys up and I’m still a virgin," said Sarah. This wasn’t exactly true. Actually, it might have been more true had Paris Hilton said it. Suu giggled. She remembered waking up that night she spent with Kentaru and Naru, Naru hitting him with a pillow and shouting at him for being a pervert, while he tried to clean up something on the floor, saying he couldn’t help himself when he saw her sleeping. What fun. "I know what really gets them out of control. Two women. Suu, have you ever kissed another girl? Touched her?" "Oh yes!" she replied, thinking of her recent session with Kitsume. "Can you do it with me?" Shyly taking a look around, Suu swam over to Sarah, and put her hands on both sides of her. In a more practiced way than Sarah anticipated, Suu put her lips on hers, only opening her mouth once Sarah responded. Sarah felt Suu’s lithe brown body press into her own. She couldn’t resist squeezing Suu’s small tight ass. Damn, she *is* cuter than I remembered her, Sarah thought. And such a supple body. Forget being a man’s wet dream, she is getting me moist between the legs myself. When Suu finally released her, Sarah felt her heart racing despite herself, and her body was shaking a little. "Okay, that is - fine. You do that, and their hard cocks will never get near you. I’ll bet they cum three times before they get to touch you." "I hope so, I really wanted to save myself for Ramba Ru." Can you meet me in my room at five? I’ve got a couple guys coming over. They will pay 500 thousand yen for a couple of hours. We will split it between us. How does that sound?" Suu thought about several projects she had going, projects that will have to stop if what Sarah said about the plummeting value of her currency was true. She agreed. Promptly at five o’clock Suu turned off her computer and made her way to Sarah’s room. She wore her common cutoff jeans and a yellow wraparound top that didn’t conceal much. Sarah, wearing a lemon-colored cocktail dress, looked her over. "Suu, that might please guys in the short run, but this weekend I’m going to have to take you to the shopping district and doll you up in a way that really drives guys wild." Sure enough, several minutes their clients arrived by a back way. Suu saw, with a surprising lack of surprise, that they were Kentaru’s reprobate friends, Haitani and Shirai. Sarah was quite good at the business angle – she demanded her money in a way that was not too harsh, but serious enough. Haitani handed over a bulging envelope. Suu, already getting in the spirit, had her hands together pressing beneath her cutoffs. A more experienced sex worker might have found Haitani and Shirai annoying, with their giggles and too obvious joking, signs of two very insecure personalities. But though Sarah might frown at their banter, Suu enjoyed it. Sarah motioned Suu to a couch and they both sat down on it. The blonde girl leaned Suu into her and touched her lips upon hers, while flicking practiced fingers on Suu’s brown arms. Suu was enjoying this a great deal. It wasn’t but minutes before Haitani and Shirai had loosened their pants and and began stoking penises the experienced Sarah knew were on the diminutive side. After their voices became higher, Sarah and Suu thought they would spurt off and leave with a wimper to the girl’s feigned anger. But they didn’t. It wasn’t long until Sarah managed to pull Suu’s shorts down around her knees. Suu’s orifice glimmered in anticipation, although she sat sideways to make sure the two men didn’t see it. Sarah put her mouth to it, and Suu felt the blissful sensation of the blonde girl’s mouth on her. In return, Suu managed to work Sarah’s lemon colored dress off of her, and wick off Sarah’s panties as well, giving her a completely unobstructed view of her incandescent body. After experiencing release accompanied by Suu’s brown legs thrashing, Suu brought Sarah up for a lingering kiss, and touches on the blonde girl’s swelling breasts. The boys took it all in with high-pitched cries of delight and increased stroking. It was then when they all heard Sarah’s cell phone ringing. Sarah picked up the phone. It was her stepfather, Seta, calling on his own cell phone from some godforsaken island in the Pacific. She tried to keep her voice level as she strained to hear what Seta was saying and tell him things were just ducky with her. It was then when she felt something enter her from behind. Sarah couldn’t believe it – she was being penetrated. She didn’t want to raise a fuss with Seta on the other end. But her wiggling she couldn’t shake Haitani, who seemed to be relishing every moment. "Yes, Father, I will practice my Japanese. I will keep at my studies and will play nice with the Hinata House residents," she said through clenched teeth. Finally she said goodbye, just before Haitani came with a muffled cry of deep satisfaction. Suu knew Shirai would want to put it into her if she waited much longer. So she crawled down and took his manhood into her mouth. She was a natural at it – waiting before it all went in, applying pressure slowly. In a trice Shirai lay down and forgot all about penetrating Suu. Suu’s abilities with her mouth were considerable, enough so that Shirai completely missed the powerful swat the infuriated Sarah aimed at his partner once they were disengaged, so in paradise he was. Shirai’s eyes closed, his mouth twitched, and with an Eeeeeeeee!! he erupted straight into Suu’s mouth. Suu hummed with delight at this new taste sensation, as musky as a properly aged banana, although most of the emission flowed out of her mouth back onto Shirai. Shirai had only gotten to savor his orgasm for a moment, when with at Crash! came the back of a sword at Shirai’s head. Motoko had come in, seen the tableau and went into a righteous rage immediately, a rage that well eclipsed Sarah’s little snit. Fortunately for Sarah and Suu’s immediate dignity, Motoko’s first impulse was to drive out the two males, which was accomplished with plenty of yelping and scrambling for clothes. Soon the streets of Hina village were witness to two rotund men fleeing down the street and trying to get dressed at the same time. This gave the girls a chance to hurriedly dress. Then, with a look which wounded the darker skinned girl deeply, she turned on Sarah and Suu. This doesn’t bode well, thought the suddenly deflated Suu...
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