Thread: XXX Groovy [Soubi&BAB]

MxM, MxF, FxF this rp is already in progress and concerns the wrold of JGV and Japanese host clubs theme song CHARACTERS Tsubasa Chiba Yuki Yumi ---------------------------------- Um are you sure about this. I mean your really good at making soft serve dollopsbut umm. . .Chiba hunted awkwardly for the words to tell his friend he failed at responsibility and simple good work ethic. Yuki rolled her eyes as her cousin's face colored lightly with the effort. Whatever! Yuki interrupted and hopped to her feet. He won't be on the floormy supervisor Nagito would never allow that anyway. He'll be fine! In the back with the bar backs, I'll even make sure he's paired with me so he gets good tips. Oh he'd get tips alright . . . Don't worry so much cuzzo! I promise to take really good care of your little friend. Bring him back in one piece and all that good stuffnever fear. I bet you'll even thank me once his language skills improve. Yuki grinned and winked before patting Chiba on the head like a too cute puppy, until he yanked his head away with a mumbled curse. Yes cuz. . . a whole lot is about to improve about our little mutual boy toy. Is this, where you work? You said that you work with guys who do porn, are they here? Yuki gasped a little in shock at how very loud Basa was, then before anyone else could come over she shoved the big moron in an empty storage closet with her. The closet served as her own personal make-shift dressing room. It was time to lay down some ground rules before he wrecked her carefully tended business. OK I'm gonna break this down for your pretty little head really slow. NEVER. . . EVER, mention porn in Tokyo Kids. You got that? That is rule one and if you break it we'll both be out of a job, Yuki glared daggers of her seriousness into Basa's eyes. We are one of the few co-ed host clubs in all of Japan. We market to couples, but that is not what you will see come in here. The customers more or less know there are extras on the menu but we must be discreet. This isn't America anymore Tsubasathe cops don't don't tap you on the wrist for being a whore hereyou go to jailfor a long time! Most of the staff here, even the management serves up extras. So until someone tell you something about themselves you are to pretend you don't know about the extras! You're just my cousin here from the US to immerse himself in Japanese culture! Nothing about porn, even if you recognize someone here. Don't say it. That's it! Yuki yanked her clothes off as though Basa wasn't even standing there staring at her open mouthed. Time to switch tactics, so the instructions would stick in her new gigolo's head. . . both of them. You do want us to have money and be able to have fun don't you? Yuki put on her best little girl voice and pulled Basa's free over to lay on her bare breast. She massaged it while giving him her most winsome and innocent look, then swayed gently against him. If you wanna have fun you gotta behave for me. That means do what I say when I say. M'kay? I never had a boyfriend before you know. My parentswell you've seen them. . .so strict. Worse than Chiba-kuns. I think you and I could have so much fun. I'll teach you things you never dreamed. . . Yuki's nimble body stroked against Basa conjolinglyher pert nipple hardening against the hand slightly trembling on it. Yuki grinned at those slight tremorsmaybe Basa need a little extra good boy behavior incentive. She slid graceful to the floor right in front of him. But you have to be able to keep secrets BasaI have to know I can trust you impeccably. Think you can? Think you wanna be my first boyfriend? The sound of Basa's zipper going down was almost coying in it's loudness. Nagito shoved a wet hand through his hair, before fluffing it lightly. He had still had to get through this shift looking like himself, even though he felt like he had been sucker punched in the gut. Certain his outer appearance said nothing of his inner turmoil, he return to the club floor. Just in time to spot Yuki, and some young punk coming out her special dressing closet. Nagi could feel several of his blood vessels pop right behind his eyes. Damn her hide, Yuki was his problem, well nowhat Yuki would do to Yumi should she ever find out his sister was back in town was the problem. Nagi kept his features bland, only the nerve that ticked lightly under his eye gave any indication that something was amiss. He had to keep Yumi and Yuki apart, even though he had promised his sister he would let her say good-bye to Yuki without interfering, he had no intention of doing any such thing. He would have sent Yumi back last night immediately when he found her huddled up on his doorway after helping finish off some edits for the new Cherry Blossom flick. However, Yumi had come prepareand made it clear she would tell their parents everything if he sent her back before she saw Yuki again. It was bad enough the little minx had told his folks he was gay after he had shown his parents all of the love letters from Yuki and those disgusting pictures on Yumi's laptop and in her phone. Yumi didn't even know he had edited and deleted a lot of the more shocking things she had on that hard drive. And her phone. . .Nagi was even sure how either of them had gotten any studying done, as often as they had been together. He hadn't wanted to do it, Yumichan surely didn't deserve it. But he had been desperate, Yuki had this hold over his sister he could not understand. Yumi had been s different person with Yuki, wild unpredictableand all the while she had claimed they were in love. Two years ago, Yumi had been a regular high schooler. Sweet, kind, and good student. She was an even better sister, never revealing his sexual preference to their parents when he had come out to her. Even when he had moved out, and been young and foolishand doing all the stupid things that he wanted to protect her from now, Yumi had still always taken his side. Then he had started the porn. The money was the problem, it all looked so simple so easy when you were young. But then all the other things had started too, and it had always been his dear sweet little Yumichan who would hold his hand while he threw up in the toilet, or as he shook and sweated coming down from some party drug he'd consumed. He shuddered now to think what sorta example he had been setting for Yumichan. Poor Yumi had probably used his and Sho's messed up disaster of sex, abuse, obsession and infatuation as a guide book on how to love. His own reckless behavior in those early years had made her easy prey for the Yuki's of the world. Manipulative bitch Yuki. She had turned his own sister against him. She had just shown up one day at his apartment, even now she claimed it had just been about his work schedule. He still to this day thought the little cum whore had been on her way to try and seduce him. Gay to Yumi back then had meant maybe, but he had been toasted and broken hearted over Sho, so it had been Yumihis innocent Yumichan that little tramp had sunk her claws into. The roller coaster had went full speed ahead, and Nagi hadn't been able to stop it. Yumi had started sneaking out, lying, stealing, showing up on his door step smelling sometimes of alcohol and Yuki's sticky sweet perfume. He tried at first to let them bethinking maybe Yumi had just needed a friend her own age to giggle with and be young and careless with. Then the hickies appeared. Still Nagi hoped that it was a phase. Then he found Yumichan's phone, with it's SM card full of pictures of Yuki doing things that would have made Hugh Hefner blush. Nagi had confronted a tearful Yumi who swore it wasn't what he thought. But Nagi hadn't trusted her and after following her one night to a seedy part of Tokyo, discovered her little trysts with Yuki at a love hotel were exactly what he thought they were. Even then he'd held off, wanting to give Yumi a chance to break it off on her own. But it was like she was possessedif Yuki called Yumi jumped, baring hickies glaring out from under her uniform like a red flag mocking him. Then the bruises started, and the obsessive behavior. A day of no calls from Yuki, would send his sister into an evil depression that had Yumi lashing out at Nagi, their parents, anyone. Nagi never saw any of Yumi's old friends anymore. Only Yuki. A perfect A student once, Yumi slipped all the way to C's and D's and that was only for the classes she actually attended. But he finally snapped when he had walked in on Yumi and Yuki naked on his sofa his place had apparently become the new love hotel after it was clear he already knew what was going on, Yumi hadn't seen himbut he had never forgotten the satisfied look on Yuki's face while she watched him over his sisters bare shoulder, his mouth dropped in horror. Nor the way, she had licked her lips at him and winkedwhile his sister had been loudly screaming her orgasm unaware of the battle of wills they they'd had in that moment. Yuki was evil in flesh, he had been sure of it that dayjust as he was still sure of it now. Nagi had called his parents that night, going to their house while Yumi was still curled up contentedly sleeping in the bitch's claws at his apartment. He had shown his folks the evidence the stuff they could handle that iseven now they thought Yumi had only been experimentally been playing kissy face with Yuki, the bad influence, nothing more. Yumi had been furious, and his folks had shipped her America right after they had forbidden him to come back to their house for exposing Yumi to people like Yuki with his lifestyle of sin. yes, Yumi had told them about him before she left, even that she had meet Yuki while visiting with him. She hadn't told about the porn to which Nagi was grateful beyond all utter reason, but she told nearly everything elseenough to leave them both in disgrace in his parents eyes. Which was why he had to handle this himself. Keep Yumi and Yuki apart and find a way to send his sister back to safety in America. It was too late for him, but he would save Yumi. Yuki! Nagi shoved his hands in his pants and prepared to toss the punk Yuki had snuck inwondering for the life of him why Yumi never seemed to see this part of Yuki. The low-budget gold digging selfish remorseless tramp part. You know the rules nofr. . . . The rest of what Nagi was going to say faded in facing the face he remembered from last night. It was that guy. Well no, not the one that had wrotebut his friend, Tsu. . . Tsu. . . something. But he remembered that chiseled idol boy face. But the Chiba kid had said they were from America. . .what the hell was this guy doing with Yuki of all people? Better yet, where was his sweet faced friend who had seemed so earnest? Yuki didn't make her money by being stupid, or not knowing how to read people well. . . She saw the recognition in Nagi's eyes. He knew Basa? But how? It wasn't possibleunless he had a different kind of interest in her new toy. In which case this whole game had become her new favorite hobby. She had only meant to use Basa to get to Mr. Yenbut if Nagi wanted him too. . . well so much the better. She could ruin Nagi twice as hard. Yuki put a possessive hand on Basa chest. Oh? No Nagi. . . this isn't a customer. Meet Tsubasamy cousin Basa. He's working here now! Yuki smiled her best cream won't melt in my mouth grin. She could already see the wheels in Nagi's mind turning. She was sure he probably didn't believe that Basa was related to her but it didn't matter, once more she had something Nagi wanted or wanted back, and this time she intended to keep it. Chiba was having the shit day to end all shit days. While his spoken Japanese was coming back like riding a bikehis written Japanese was still slightly problematic. He had after all left Japan with what was basically a primary schoolers very basic reading ability. Things had changed much in 13 years, and after a while Chiba had a headache from all the characters blending together on him at blurring rates. It had started with him going to get Basa's bike. After Yuki and Basa had left he had thought that the solo retrieval of Basa's bike would be a nice, sorta secret I'm sorry for the way he had taken advantage of his friend to win their bet. Only getting the bike had been like Mission Impossible with Chiba treated like American CIA trying get a drug shipment back. Once he had it, then riding on the packed beyond all reasonable capacity metros became a problem, leaving a not in the best of shape Chiba to have to part bike, part walk, part metro to pick up the keys to their new apartment. What do you mean. . . one room. Chiba stared the landlady as though she was suddenly pissing ramen. It's what I say. One room. I write you twice, twice I tell you. You never say nothing about more than one room. You ask 'bout metros, stores. If there is indoor plumbing. So is one room! This good place too you no complaining now! The landlady raged out in a mixture of Engrish and Japanese. The apartment was exactly that. . . one room. There wasn't even a bedroomit was like the efficiency apartment from hell. Wood flooring attached to a small balcony that faced a wallso not only would they be living in a room, it was gonna be a very dark room pretty much all the time thanks to the wall. The only reason Chiba was able to figure out where the kitchen was because of the huge sink that was taking up valuable living space that the place did not have to spare, and the wood changed to tile. And the bathroom. . . Chiba's voice was a squeak even he didn't recognize, and not just because he had to use Japanese. The old witch point to a closet size space with what looked like a sink in the floor. Chiba nearly cried when he saw the old-fashioned squat basin toilet that mimicked the ones still found in most public areas of Japan, if they had not been renovated. Other than the basin bowl there was no other plumbing in the bathroom. How the heck are we suppose to shower?! Chiba yelped seizing at the chance to possibly get his deposit back from the harridan that had lied in her advert and basically stolen all his and Basa's money. The landlady sighed as if Chiba was dumber than dirt, then she went to the sink and plucked down an apparatus that Chiba had only ever seen his mother rinse dishes with before putting them in the dishwasher back home in the US. The faucet was turned and the landlady stood there with sink spray pelting the tile and rolling down a drain in the middle of the kitchen floor. Chiba had never been so glad to hear his cell phone go off in his life. He didn't even care if the roaming charge was through the roof anything so he didn't have to start to vocalize the internal screaming he going on at that moment. He quickly turned away from his mad hatter of a landlady and groped for the cell. Hello? Yes? I mean. . . mushi mushi?! Well which is it kid? Takashi laughed good naturedly, hell he even sounded cute on the phone. The fans were gonna love him. Hey so we got your info here at Cherry. . . and was wondering if you and you. . .ah. . . friend might what to come in so we can get a look at you guys? Click to expand... Tsubasa was nearly dizzy with Yuki. Like Chiba, she could jump from any range of emotions and expressions in the blink of an eye. Normally, Tsubasa wasnt one to be afraid of girls half his size, but when they forcefully shoved him into a dark tight closet space with more strength than was probably allowed, and glared at him with the threat of real venom raining down upon him for his loud mouth, it was rather difficult not to be intimidated. He nodded silently and solemnly in response to Yukis demand for him to keep his yapper shut, which would honestly probably be impossible for him. Still, he wasnt going to go out of his way to spread the word if it got him on Yukis bad side. In the short time that he had known her, Tsubasa was already starting to figure out that being on Yukis blacklist wasnt a very comfortable place to be. Especially when being on her good list was oh so rewarding. As was displayed next. Initially, Tsubasa didnt know what was going on as Yuki seemed to almost tear her clothes off, her anger at his stupidity still coming off in waves. Even as she stood there naked and sweetened up her disposition on almost the turn of a dime, Tsubasa was still too afraid to say anything. He listened not speaking a word as her voice took on an almost intoxicating quality, pulling all his focus in to only her, as he long forgot any of the guilt he might have felt for leaving Chiba out of their plans. Though, you couldnt really blame him, because the idea of landing himself a girlfriend was just too much to pass up. Chiba would understand, right? Well, whether or not his best friend understood him going out with the cousin had little thought in his mind as Yuki controlled Tsubasas body as she pleased. Most people might have questioned just how she was able to manipulate him so smoothly, how she was so bold for her age, but Tsubasa was far beyond forming coherent thoughts and wondering the whys of anything. Like wondering why she might want him to be her boyfriend when theyd only just met. For some reason, Tsuabsa simply didnt see any mal intent the anyones actions, and took Yukis sweet words for nothing but complete truths. A low voiced and breathy yes fell out of his mouth as Yuki descended down with the jeans zipper, in answer to all of her questions. He wanted to be her boyfriend without a doubt. He had no problem being a good boy for her if these were the rewards. Hed even keep secrets from his best friend if it meant he had someone to be close to him who wouldnt call his ideas too outlandish or think him ridiculous. Yuki certainly hadnt once balked from him, and Tsubasa couldnt help finding that to possibly be one of her most attractive features. --------------- Tsubasa was leaning against the wall breathing deeply as Yuki pulled his underwear and pants back up for him, fastening his belt and giving his worked over groin a little loving pat. Tsubasa would have liked to let the moment linger with a little post orgasm making out, but Yuki seemed intent on getting redressed in her figure hugging work attire. When she was ready and pulling Tsubasa back out of the closet with her, he only just kept himself from stumbling along after her, not really sure how he was going to even work the rest of the day with his mind completely full of the wonders of Yukis mouth. But then he came face to face with Yukis senpai. Really, he didnt think this day could get much better. The recognition hit Tsubasa instantly, so much so that the conversation going on between Yuki and the coworker both the verbal and unspoken portions completely went over his head. He stood and stared, absolutely star struck, because this was none other than the guy that had put Cherry Boy films on the map of JGV, the company he and Chiba were gunning for. Tsubasa had seen every single one of his videos. Hed even had a poster in his room with Nagito on it for gods sake. He could top sweet and skilled as anything, and he could bottom like an absolute cock whore. Tsubasa couldnt help becoming convinced at that moment in time that Japan had been his destiny from birth. Not recognizing the fact that the two were still talking, Tsubasa slowly and carefully reached a hand out to touch the man, as though he might disappear in a whiff of smoke. The eager teens fingers rather creepily smoothed down the skin of an arm, his eyes going wide that it was just as warm and smooth as hed imagined. So this is what an actor is like. . . The words mumbled out of his lips, and it took an entire ten seconds for Tsubasa to realize he might have said something idiotic. Yuki had made clear that she didnt want him saying idiotic things. Biting his lip, Tsubasa retracted his hand and looked down at his feet, instantly going quiet at the suspicious glare that Yuki was giving him. He peeked down at her and grinned a tad cheekily, shrugging his shoulders a bit in the apology. He was allowed a few slips ups, right? Unlike what her brother had in mind, Yumi wanted to make her stay here in Japan a lot more permanent. She hardly expected Nagi nichan to hold to his promise of letting her talk with Yuki, ever since their whole family drama they had become distanced. It troubled her greatly that they no longer cuddled together on the sofa and watched silly TV shows together, or painted each others nails. Nichan had been everything to Yuki when she was little. He was like a sweet big brother with sisterly compassionate tendencies wrapped into one. Whereas her schoolmates brothers generally didnt do much of anything with their sisters, even though she and Nagi were quite a bit apart in age, he would still take her out shopping or for ice cream and the like. He was so smart and kind and funny that she had a hard time making friends outside of her brother, so when Nagi moved out of the house, she felt rather lost even in her own family. Thats when Yuki had come into her life. Although she understood that Nichan had something terrible against Yuki, she was certain that she could make everything work out for the best if she could just get a chance. She and Yuki were meant for each other, if they hadnt met at such a young age then no one would have said so much. She was prepared to show her brother that she was adult enough to handle her own relationships, that she could make it just like he had. Therefore, in case he resorted to involving their family again, she needed a place of her own to stay, a plan B in case Nagis apartment wasnt available. So, today she was hunting around in some rather shabby looking apartments. Maybe she could find another girl close to her age who needed help paying rent, or maybe she could talk Yuki into renting out a place with her. That was Yumis ultimate goal, to find a lovenest for herself and her other half. She was just walking up the somewhat unsteady staircase to a complex when she literally bumped into a severely frantic Chiba, sending her falling back on her butt. She recognized him as Tsubasas the boy she had met at the airport judgemental friend right away, though she couldnt recall his name. He seemed in a right fit, muttering to himself in what seemed to be a jumble of English and Japanese. It almost seemed like he was trying to run away from something in his anxiety, leaving Yumi only to look around him to a rather peeved looking auntie. After Chiba helped her up, she straightened her clothes and smiled a bit at him, shaking her head at his apology. No, its alright. No harm done. She decided to venture ahead with conversation despite the awkwardness that threatened to sink in between them, as she couldnt be sure whether Chiba recognized her or if he was also so dismissive with strangers. Youre the friend of the boy in the airport right? Are you going to live here? Because, she put her hand up to her mouth to hide her small smile as she was tempted to laugh, I dont think that the landlady auntie likes you very much.