Minutes turn into hours as the road that he and I are on runs behind us, attempting to keep up with the fast mileage of the vehicle, as if it were a never ending race that neither one of the entrants would win. Silence rented the space we shared as the only sound that cascaded around us was the whistling wind, occasionally bringing us the reverberations of the sights we passed and their stories, unknown to our knowledge of the tale that is hidden behind them as sporadic whisks of dusts whirl, intertwined with the echoing wind creating a dramatic effect as we pass to another inch of unknown territory.

Every so often, Kerry would look at the GPS navigation system to see if he was headed in the right direction, every so often, he wasn’t and would silently curse or growl at me like I was supposed to know where we were. He says it’s some town that’s far from Tokyo, somewhere that is a small little place where everyone knows everything. I didn’t think it was the right place for a girl like me to go in, it only would cause attention to me and my intention of being there. He said it was hard to miss it and could easily be spotted in the vast area of nothingness. If that's so, why aren't we there? I dare not ask that though, Kerry doesn't like when his manhood is questioned.

“Is that is?”

I look in the direction he’s speaking of to see a small area occupied with shrines, temples, small buildings and lights. It looks like a pretty nice place. “Kerry-san, where are we?”

“Do I fucking know!” he turned to head toward the city of lights, “Shit, what am I, the damn driver?”

I want to say yes, but that will only cause me to get beat again, even more severely than what I had gotten just hours before we pulled off onto the open road. “Kerry-san, what’s the city called?”

“Nara? Naro? Nari? I don’t know, I’m not Japan.”

“Japanese?”

A swift hit from him came to my already bruised face, in an instant, catching me completely off guard and vulnerable. “Don’t correct me Usagi.”

“Gomenasi.”

“ENGLISH!” he roared and hit me again, this time with even more force and power than before, enough to send me hitting the passenger side window with a loud thud. I could feel the swelling beneath my eye come to light as salty tears began to stream down my cheeks, allowing the pain to worsen by their gentle touch.

“Sorry….Daddy.”

“Just clean yourself up, I think we’re here.”

I nodded in a quick response to avoid another beating, beginning to do as instructed, trying to hide my bruises and pain from his Ice blue eyes as he darted them in between me and the street we were now driving on. Light posts and small buildings ornamented the scenery as very few people were scattered here and there, all looking at our pacing car as if we were tourists trying to take in as much of Japan’s culture as possible. It looked like a historic district, the age-old temples and shrines we kept bypassing giving that impression.

“I think this is it Usako, it's the only house that's overly huge. Besides, where else is there a town? The other places we passed were either deserted or large. This man needs better directions.”

Kerry stopped his rant for a brief moment to rest in front of a rather large home, bigger than the others homes we passed on our way here for its height and width, and began observing the structure. It wasn’t old, but it wasn’t new either, looked to be almost a hundred if there was some sort of precision needed. The outer shell of the residence was burgundy and gold, holding ancient Shisa statues near the base of the dwelling. It was the traditional Japanese home with the sliding entrance door and everything. It was obviously the quarters of someone with wealth. These types of homes are rare to come by.

“Here is the House; Mr.Washab-…." he caught his error by almost giving away the name, "you heard nothing.”

I nodded swiftly and held my peace. “Hai.”

He gave me that look that told me to keep the Japanese talk to a minimum. I complied. “Get your outfit on Usagi; I’ll go make sure this is the right house alright?”

“Yes daddy.”

"And make sure you wear no panties, he wants to get straight to the point."

"Yes daddy."

"Oh and one more thing." he abruptly stopped to get out the car, shutting the door behind him -ever so gently-, momentarily leaning on the car door with his head poked into the open gap between the lowered window and the inner roof of the car, "He likes raw shaved cunts, you waxed didn't you?"

"Last week daddy" I felt the heat in my face rise to the question, "It's still bare."

He grinned. "Good, I'll be back."

"Okay."

I watched Kerry for a moment or two before he disappeared into the shaded darkness of the Home's entrance, covering my master's form with a blanket of black from the darkness of the night and mammoth sized roof covering. At first, I thought he had entered the house already, the silence and lack of movement from his part signaling that feeling, but was soon corrected once a middle aged man opened the sliding door to reveal a source of bright yellowish orange light, beaconing onto the drive way and illuminating the shadow of the car onto the nearby surroundings. I saw Kerry do a handshake with the man while pointing to the car, obviously saying something about me. I could see the middle-aged man try to make out the figure that was inside the car, but the light source didn't stretch out far enough. Something told me to begin dressing in my little risqué school girl outfit, moments that passed ticking the time away from when my master would come to me and beckon me to meet the man I will "cater" too. I wouldn't want to anger daddy.

"USAGI! COME MEET YOUR "DADDY"!"

"Hai! I called back, as if one cue.

A few more seconds would have done me some good- enough to put on my knee high socks and bunny-rabbit hair pins- but that is one thing I learned while working for Kerry. When he says come, you better obey. Besides, they're about to come off anyway. No use in getting dressed up to get back undressed.

In a matter of seconds, I opened the car door swiftly, and close it even quicker than I opened it, running up to daddy and the man with quickness, hoping not to anger him with a slow pace that could easily offend him.

"Hai Daddy."

He smiled and grabbed my dainty wrist, pulling it with force and throwing me into the arms of the middle-aged Japanese man. I couldn't help but look up in slight terror as he looked down with a malicious smile. He looked no older than forty-five with pitch black hair decorating his entire head-something of a rarity among men his age. He smelt of sandalwood and spiced cinnamon tea, his clothes feeling like expensive silk that had been recently purchased from a department store with fine quality. This man was indeed wealthy, his outer appearance of apparel matching my expectations from him based on his dwelling.

"Kerry I must say, she is a beauty."

"I told you she was the best we have. She has a bit of a discipline problem, so I won't charge you for beating her."

"And you say I have an extra free hour because of your tardiness?"

Kerry nodded and I heard the man chuckle lowly, his hands beginning to explore the lower region of my body, finding the hem of my skirt and raising it to expose my bottom to the cool brisk fall air.

"I shall keep doing business with you if she's a good fuck."

"I keep her tight and ready. Like it was her first time."

The man chuckled and fully exposed my bare ass, hinds moving from their resting place of the hem of my skirt to the firm cheeks of my backside, occasionally slapping them with such ferocity that it stung. I heard Kerry laugh out lowly from behind me, my eyes not daring to move from gazing directly into the one's of my suitor's.

"You'll have all night to do this; I'll come back by three to pick her up."

He nodded and moved his expert hands from my backside to in-between my legs, forcing me to open them to give him better access to my jewel. "You have the payment correct?"

"Yes, and I'll write you a receipt in the morning."

"Nice doing business with you Kerry." he paused from his violations to address Kerry with a slight bow. Daddy did the same and said his farewell to me and the man, leaving me all alone to be violated in all ways imaginable. "Usagi is it?"

His voice stirred me for a moment before I lightly nodded. "Hai."

"How about we go inside" he showed me his intentions more than he spoke of them, grabbing my arm and yanking me inside of his home, having sick pleasure of hearing me whimper, "I'll show you my bedroom."

"Yes...daddy."

"Good girl." he closed the sliding door behind me once he knew my being was fully inside and out of the public eye, "Ever gave a blow-job before?"

I nodded and began to unbutton my uniform shirt, wishing that the time I had with this man would hurry and expire. He was creepy.

All I had to do was be a good ho and do as told, hoping Kerry would treat me to an early breakfast if he got a good report. One would think I am used to this kind of activity, but the truth is, I'm not. I'm fairly new and just recently got discovered. No one, not even my friends, are aware of my secret life. I am Tokyo's most notorious prostitute; I do it for money and dignity. It's the worst way to get cash, I know this much, but it pays the bills and keeps my struggling family fed. If I have to sleep with a guy old enough to be my father to keep us above water, I won't hesitate.

"Would you like a blow-job daddy?"

"Why yes baby girl," he stopped my motion of freeing the plastic spheres from their cloth prisons, resting his hand atop of my head and pushing me down to my knees, unzipping his pants with such pace that a common blink could miss an important detail. "I would LOVE one."

I knew then and there, as I rested upon my now sore knees kneeling before a perfectly crafted male penis, that this was going to be a long night.

A/N: Thank you for my first two reviewers! Hope this story is suitable.

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