[F] Memoirs of a sushi girl (#3)

This one is about my first night working solo. As before, this is coming across thirty years of memory and partially in a language that isn’t mine. :) It was my third night working at the club, and my first night as a solo hostess. This one’s shorter and a bit more boring than the others; I apologize in advance for any lack of expected deviance. The night before was pretty boring; a dinner party that didn’t want anything more than sushi, drinks, and conversation. That group didn’t register a tip with the greeter, but the member left about $2000 HKD cash for Yoyo which she made disappear after they left. You’d think that it’d be hard for a spear-naked woman to hide cash, but she somehow managed to hide it from the mousy assistant and keep it all.

The next night I was told the doctor had called the assistant and given me the green light to work. I arrived the next afternoon and was told I was booked for the evening with a member dining solo. I prepped and sanitized the booth, trimmed my pubes and shaved my labia and rubbed some scented oil all over me Yoyo’s suggestion. I remember being nervous enough that I was shivering while standing in my alcove waiting for the guest to arrive, and wondering just what I was getting myself into.

The guest arrived, and he signed the front book. The Greeter led him to his booth and held up two fingers behind his back: large tipper. I learned later that I was worth more to the restaurant being American, but was paid less overall (read: the owner kept more of my tip) due to me being less valuable to the club by nor being able to speak fluent Cantonese. I seated the guest, and he ordered a bottle of wine and some forgettable sushi. He had me open the bottle, and told me he wanted to pour the wine over my breasts while he sucked the wine from them. Well, I guessed that *was* what I had signed up for, so I sat on the table in front of him, and leaned forward so he could take my breast in his mouth. He handed me the bottle, and I dribbled the wine on my chest and over my breasts while he sucked on first one, then the other in turn, flicking the nipples with his tongue and sucking on them like a child. As he sucked, I kind of held his head close and stroked his hair a bit, half hoping it would spur him to leave a tip like Yoyo had gotten. He drank about half a glass like that, then told me he wanted to pour the wine down my belly, though my bush, and have it run along my slit to mix with, well….*me* to collect in his wine glass. All right….only problem was, I wasn’t remotely wet.

Now, Yoyo had told me that I would have to learn to get wet at the club whether I felt turned on or not, but I really didn’t understand why until now. He ran his finger along me, felt how dry I was, and got a bit upset. I apologized, but he was having none of it. He kind of hooked his arms around my waist and and pulled me closer to the edge of the table so I was sitting with my vagina hanging over the edge almost, with my legs on either side of him and my feet on the bench. He bent down and started to lick me, and I leaned back, closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the sensation of this strange man licking and lapping and slurping at me, the feeling of his tongue running over and along and every so often *inside* and after a minute or so I started getting wet. Once he could taste me getter wet he got happier, and I started to pour his wine down my waist and along my slit and the feeling of it along with his tongue got me wetter and he drank while it ran along me and while he did he pushed his wine glass under the stream and collected it, and when it was full he drank it.

He kept going down on me until he couldn’t taste wine on me any longer, then pulled out a $1000 HKD bill and asked how much to go fishing in my ocean? I apologized, told him I wasn’t one of the girls who did that, so he pulled out another one and then a third and asked if that was enough to *make* me one of those girls in this curtained-off booth? I shook my head, apologized again, and he put away his money.

I served him his sushi, and fed each piece to him with my fingers, letting him lick the soy sauce off with every bite. Well, why not? After where his tongue had already been, it was a small thing. And in the end it was a short night for me. After finishing his meal and relaxing for a bit with a cigarette and the rest of his wine, he left for the night and I went to shower, clean up, and get paid out with the other women at the end of the night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/acyv77/f_memoirs_of_a_sushi_girl_3