Glamorous Saki Ootsuka - Scene 1

I felt a constriction in my chest as I realised that I couldn’t make a move because I didn’t want Pakpao to think that that was part of the job, that it was her duty. I wasn’t going to pay her for that! I offered Pakpao a drink and she declined, but I said Solo I wanted to get a freshly squeezed fruit juice for myself and she smiled and said that that sounded nice. I went and got us two and watched the bar staff feeding the chunks of freshly slaughtered pineapple into the blender. I sat with Pakpao that evening. It was hard to chat with the loud music, and we couldn’t really leave the handbags, but we sipped our drinks and watched the dancing and Pakpao didn’t ask what I’d said to Bente despite the obvious stares I was still getting from the Danish girls. Eventually some young men came and kept them company and I was forgotten but perhaps not forgiven. I was surprised that the Danes didn’t bring anyone back to the hostel with them. We returned to The Monkey House rather earlier than I expected too, and the walk back was a bit awkward. Bente seemed intent on walking beside me as though she was giving me a second chance. The other two Danes walked arm-in-arm behind us, blocking the path and dawdling so that the rest Brunette of the party were forced to give Bente and I some space and privacy. “Don’t you like me?” Bente asked defiantly. As I was trying to think of an answer she added “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”. All potential answers evaporated from my mind. How was I supposed to answer that? Actually, Bente was pretty. Certainly more than pretty enough for any horny teen to fuck. And even a dumb simpleton like myself knew japanese to never tell a girl she was ugly. I felt trapped. I wasn’t sure how to deflect this. In the end I found myself flirting back “Are you trying to seduce me, Bente?” She giggled, indicating to me that I had said the right thing. Then she paused and asked quietly “Are you taken? Is there someone else?” I felt relief wash over me. The new forgiving tone of her voice put me on safer ground. I just had to admit that there was someone else and I’d be off the hook. “Yes, there is someone else. Sorry.” was so easy to say. “But I do like you” I added as an afterthought, not thinking through the consequences. We were reached The Monkey House in companionable silence. The barman welcomed us back and asked what we would drink in the hope of busty keeping us from our beds. I asked Pakpao if she wanted another fruit juice and she smiled sweetly and accepted. I felt it my duty to look out and provide for her. The Danes and Natalie and Lucas all gathered at the Big Boobs bar and I was the first to slip away and head for bed. As I passed around the outside of the gang Bente linked her arm through mine and made to follow. I turned to face her. “Nobody will know” she giggled, almost falling over drunkenly. “_I’ll_ know” I whispered back, scared. “Just- Please answer the question.” When Gloria finished modeling the third bikini for the naked redhead, she asked, "Which one do you like best?" Then the big masked dudes walked over to the bed, with evil intentions. You know, the fashion house?” And she admitted that she and he japanese felt more than a bit guilty over how they had treated him Solo over the years, Brunette thinking that he was not good enough for Jacene, when the opposite turned out to be the truth. “Um, is she expecting you because busty she is very busy,” she tells me. I hand her my business card. It was my birthday on the Tuesday and Jon had decided to ‘treat his little slave’. She took a dressing gown from the door and disappeared for a sec, returning quickly with a large towel Big Boobs and a small bottle. There’s no shame if you have no shame.” Then a reply came.