News

Hotel Roku-Jyuu-Kyu: Chapter 5

Kasumi sat up against the headboard, knees bent up to her chest. “I’m bored.” She groaned.

Ibaraki let out a long burp that he tried to stifle by shoving his lips together. “It’s not like I’m not going to pay you. Just loosen up.”

The woman shuffled the covers around, and looked out at Ibaraki’s big shadow that sat lazily in the big reclining chair. “Did you even plan to have sex with me today, you big faker?”

“Huh?” Ibaraki slurred. “I guess I just got caught up in playing hooky from work that the reason didn’t matter.”

“You didn’t even call them, did you?” Kasumi accused him.

“Nope.” Ibaraki shot back. In the dark, the sound of a can opening with a whoosh of carbonation caught Kasumi’s attention.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Is that another beer?” Kasumi shot up and grabbed the flickering candle from the side of the bed. In the dim light, she could see the tall, sliver can in the businessman’s hand.

Beside his chair, a few more could be seen sitting on the ground beside him. His eyes lacked any guilt as he brought the can close to his mouth for a sip. “I pulled them out of the mini-bar. They probably won’t charge any more if they can’t track it.”

“Don’t you have any shame?” Kasumi yelled. She stood up from the bed and shook the candle at him.

“Hey, watch it!” Ibaraki leaned back into the cushion to dodge the erratic movements of the glass candle holder. “You’re going to get hot wax on me!”

Kasumi kicked the man in the shin, and retreated to the edge of the bed. “One of my colleagues charges more for that, you know!” She fumed. “I think you just don’t like me.”

“Nonsense.” Ibaraki groaned back at her.

“You just think I’m some ugly slut, some gyaru working the streets.”

“Hey hey, we still got like an hour, right?” Ibaraki stood up unsteadily. “Let me take a piss, wash off, and you can like… I don’t know, go down on me!”Continue reading “News”

Lights Out

Hotel Roku-Jyuu-Kyu: Chapter 4

Tatsu pulled at the ties holding the damp hakama around his midsection. Kyouka came out of the bathroom, running her long hair through the folds of a towel. Tatsu stood facing the mirror on the wall in little more than his boxers as he examined the wrinkly and stretched out fabric of his dress kimono. “You should get in the bath to warm up.” He said, peering at Kyouka’s reflection behind his own.

Kyouka pulled at the fabric of her shirt that revealed the lines of her bra underneath. Slowly, she came up behind Tatsu and pressed her body into his bare skin. “I’d rather you keep me warm, especially after what you’ve put me through.”

Touji sat awkwardly on the side of the bed with his slacks still on. The skin on his back was covered in goose bumps. He could hear the sound of the running water in the shower from behind the thin door that sat open a crack. The feeling in his stomach and groin felt like nothing he had felt before; a mixture of trembling and excitation, but likely not in a way that would work for the girl inside the other room.

A quick glance at the ceiling revealed a mirror hung above the bed. His reflection gazed back down at him, and he could study his scrawny, pale body. He shoved his eyes closed and the image of Karen’s pink bra danced in his mind. The gossip from classmates said that girls always wore matching underwear for a date like this. His mind switched to trying to imagine the same style in the form of panties, maybe a thong. The girls in the adult videos he had peaked at always wore thongs, but not for long. After that, it was all pixels. Hair too. Some girls had a lot, some girls had a little. A few had none for some reason. Karen’s hair was lighter. He wondered what type of hair Karen would have down there. He wondered what he would do in the absence of pixels.

The water running in the bathroom stopped suddenly. Touji opened his eyes and looked down from the ceiling. His wrists hurt from propping himself up on the mattress. The comforter was rough and had left imprints in his skin. He smoothed out the material with his hands. He took a quick glance back at the pillows, one being heart-shaped. They looked rough and lumpy.

The door handle to the bathroom squeaked. Touji wanted to look, but was nervous to see what would be coming out. He looked at the coffee table in the middle of the room. A couple of complimentary condoms had been placed there. He wondered if he should have put one on already, or at least figured out how it should work-.Continue reading “Lights Out”

The Rising Waters

Hotel Roku-Jyuu-Kyu: Chapter 3

Ibaraki grunted loudly as he hoisted his slipper-clad feet up on the ottoman. The escort had placed herself in front of the room’s tall, noticeably smudged mirror to fix any damage that the rain had done to her makeup. The TV turned on suddenly to loud, daytime cable.

“Seriously?” Kasumi complained loudly. She turned back just in time to see Ibaraki cracking open a tall silver can of beer from the mini-bar.

“What?” Ibaraki shrugged, taking the first foamy sip from the can. “I’m never at home this time of the day to watch the TV. Seems like a waste.”

Kasumi crossed her arms, covering her breasts, still covered in a slightly damp and slightly transparent blouse. “There’s other things you’re wasting, too. Your money, all the extra time I offered. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to digest.”

Ibaraki looked down at his beer for a split second and then back up to her. “Listen, Kasumi-”

“Kasumi-chan.”

“It’s not like beer takes any time to digest. It’ll just piss right out.” He finished by taking another swig. “Go take a long bath, or whatever you ladies like to do.” He said with a wave while his eyes went back to the television screen.Continue reading “The Rising Waters”

Two at a Time

Hotel Roku-Jyuu-Kyu- Chapter 2

The first raindrops began to soak into the pavement, leaching into the air a refreshing aroma. Touji felt the drop of water in his palm and quickly pulled out his umbrella. “You’re so reliable!” Karen praised. “I totally forgot mine this morning, leaving the house.”
The college-aged girl pulled at the arm of his shirt and sneaked in closer as he raised the umbrella up over the two of them. “Murata-san, you need to remember the typhoon season is here.” Touji warned her. His eyes refused to look her way as her face drew closer, and her arm pressed against his.

The girl giggled, and Touji felt his face go flush. “Come on, I told you to call me by my first name.” She urged him. “We’ve been dating long enough, haven’t we?”
Touji look up at Karen’s pleading face. “Yeah, but…” The tepid wind sent fat drops of water tumbling off the awning above them, past the umbrella and onto Touji, soaking his left shoulder.

“Oh, you’re spacing out like a big dummy!” She halted and pulled Touji up in front of her. Karen quickly pulled her handkerchief out of her bag and began patting down Touji’s arm.

“Stop, stop.” Touji objected quietly.

“What do you mean stop?” Karen shook her head. “Your pretty college girlfriend is doting on you so nicely.”

“Someone might see.” Touji settled. He felt the girl’s arms wrap around his midsection.

“Who might see?” Karen whispered sweetly a few inches from his ear. “There’s only commercial buildings for several blocks around. Nobody from your school is going to come this direction.”

“What is this direction, Mura- Karen.” Touji corrected himself. Karen draped her arms over his shoulders and wrapper her hands around his as they held onto the handle of the umbrella. Her long dark hair tickled at Touji’s neck. He could smell the faint odor of her floral-scented perfume mixing with the air from Tokyo Harbor.

“Well, now that you’ve gone and got yourself soaked, we can go there early.” Karen hinted.

“What’s so interesting out here?” Touji asserted, nudging the girl off his shoulder.
Karen pulled at his hands and yanked the umbrella out of his grasp. With a twirl and flaring of her skirt, she skipped off ahead of Touji as the heavy raindrops began to soak into more of his shirt.

“Follow me!”Continue reading “Two at a Time”

What is a Love Hotel?

Hotel Roku-Jyuu-Kyu- Chapter 1

The sky was a dark gray as Sachiko trotted up the alleyway to the rear entrance of the hotel. It was a nice respite from the summer heat of Tokyo, but it forebode a storm of equally unpleasant nature. The housekeeper’s heavy ring of keys jingled as she shuffled effortlessly through the silver and brass trinkets.

As she entered the long, dull hallway, the familiar smell of bleach and washing detergent crept up her nostrils. The final load of bedding from the afternoon shift had been dried and set out to be ready to replace that which had been used. The closer had left three hours previous, leaving those who would end up paying for an overnight stay to their own devices. Nobody finishing up their business would have to meet face to face with an employee or another paying customer.

The Roku-Jyuu-Kyu was a Love Hotel after all. Discretion was their main business, followed only by their accommodations. They accommodated, for the most part, couples. The term love was simply an obfuscation for what actually happens inside. At hourly or overnight rates, people could easily and affordably take time away from their busy lives to find comfort in another’s presence. Continue reading “What is a Love Hotel?”