It might seem a little bit of a diversion for a moment, but two of the dreams - both featuring the elder Tendo sisters - were a little interrupted. Before we resume to the point where the girls arrive at Kuno’s home, it might be best to tie off those loose ends to see how their dreams ultimately continued. It might help provide a little extra context for these girls and their newfound appreciation for Tatewaki Kuno.
Of course, there were several other girls involved where we have yet to actually see their dreams at all, but… Perhaps another time. For now let us focus our attention on Nabiki Tendo, whose dream had led her into an extremely high-paying job for reasons which she did find a trifle confusing.
Her first shift had breezed by before she even knew it. The uniforms didn’t seem remotely sexualised so far as she could tell. The customers were polite, chatty, tipped well. It had almost been kind of… Fun. She usually hated working but it didn’t really feel like work, if that made any sense.
At shift’s end she strolled into the dressing room for the staff alongside the others and didn’t even feel a little bit exhausted. In fact, it was sort of like waking up from a good night’s rest, no exhaustion at all!
“Have a nice first shift?” one of the other waitresses asked. “No need to answer. The first shift always goes by before you even know it. Right?”
“Yes,” Nabiki replied. She looked up and down at the other waitress. Much like the others, pretty, slender, busty and female. “But it’s a little strange, isn’t it? Hiring all female servers and putting us in such plain uniforms. I would expect a business to -”
Which is when a string of more typically adorned maids strolled out of a silver-tinted side door she hadn’t noticed before, and even as Nabiki opened her mouth to ask about it another door - this one tinted gold - opened wide and a line of bunnygirls strolled into the changing room from out of nowhere.
“To have something a little more… fetishy?” the other waitress finished while Nabiki was, uncharacteristically, stunned. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to work those shifts unless you request them, but a girl like you would be bound to get them if you asked for them. Boss asked me to keep an eye on you today, make sure you were as good as you seemed.”
“And what did you think?”
“You’re a natural at friendly banter,” she said. “Sarcastic, but in a playful way. You walk right, you look right, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the talk of the club if you worked gold shift tomorrow, which would net you three times as much as you got for tonight.”
Indeed, Nabiki’s eye was now being drawn towards a “payment scheme” noticeboard, which had curiously escaped her attention beforehand. It was just like she’d said. Two times for the silver shift, three times for the gold. None were required, but only existed as alternative options based on what the worker wanted. Interesting, and it did make a lot more sense all of a sudden: This was a business trying to have its cake and eat it too. The “bronze level” was for anyone walking in off the street wanting regular service you’d find almost anywhere, “silver” was a little more costly, but fed into the maid fetish crowd, while “gold” was the most expensive and - Well, just look at those outfits. Just watching those girls walk into the room made Nabiki feel like she should be paying for the sight.
“Is there anything else I should know about these alternative shifts?” Nabiki asked. “Before I agree to do them, I should at least know if the customers are allowed to be more… Grabby.”
“Only if you give express permission,” the waitress replied. “You are under no obligation to do anything you don’t want to, though customers in gold do often offer bribes to get girls to give permission. If they threaten you or break any of our simple rules, they’re banned for life and we <i>do</i> record everything that happens in the building. For your protection and theirs.”
Interesting. She was quite certain that on some level, this wasn’t on the level. On the other hand… If all she had to do was walk around in those tight bunnygirl suits to make <b>that much</b> cash, who was she to say no? And if they were recording everything, she could probably find a way to use that against the business if they were playing her in some way…
“Alright,” Nabiki finally said. “I’ll be back in tomorrow for a ‘gold shift’. Have a suit ready for me.”
“Aye, aye!” the waitress said with a sharp salute and a sly smirk. “Looking forward to seeing you knock ’em dead!”
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The door to the back of the store flew open like the gates of heaven, revealing paradise beyond. Kasumi gasped with such an intensity that it left her feeling just a trifle light-headed. Waves of pleasant aromas drifted through the air, striking her calm and controlled outlook and battering it down with the effectiveness of a siege weapon, but the remarkable thing was that the sight within was truly delightful. It was like a kitchen back here, with the food carefully stored in easily accessible locations and offering everything you could possibly need to efficiently make food under the most exemplary sanitary conditions.
It struck her immediately that they had spent quite a lot of money on this, and if what she was smelling was any kind of indication it would likely be paid back several times over. Then again, Nabiki was always better at those sorts of calculations.
“Would you like to try making some recipes?” the assistant whispered. Kasumi nearly jumped out of her skin; she’d completely forgotten anyone else was there at all! “Our boss has a contest going. Free supplies for a year to whoever can use the kitchen to make the best new recipe out of our wonderful new ingredients. Of course, he’ll be judging it personally.”
A strange rush of pleasure and wonder was now pulsing through Kasumi’s body. Yes. She unconsciously began to lick her fingers in anticipation, paying no heed to her heavy breathing.
“Of course, you’ll need to try a few samples first,” the assistant remarked, popping open a box to reveal a carefully wrapped green square. The sweet aroma by itself nearly made Kasumi’s knees buckle. “It wouldn’t be fair to ask you to make a recipe without trying some of the samples first. This is an experimental sauce with a small bit of apple. Would you like some?”
“Y-Yes,” she replied, finding her feet and stalking forward. Her hand was trembling as she reached for the offered free sample, but then as quick as a snake leaping onto its prey the assistant dabbed the strange substance right into Kasumi’s mouth and -
“Oh, my!” Kasumi had to fan herself. It wasn’t that the sauce was too hot. No, not at all. It was a strange, unfamiliar combination of flavours she was having trouble pinning down. She somehow found herself holding a spoon, and standing in front of a large container full of the strange green substance, and without the slightest bit of hesitation dipped in the spoon and took a big mouthful of liquid pleasure. Fortunately there was a chair behind her, otherwise she might well have fallen over on her rear end in a most undignified manner.
“Very… Nice!” she said through a smile. Strange how alive she felt now; she couldn’t remember the last time she felt like this. Maybe because she’d never felt so good before in her life? Possibly. It was hard for her to think very clearly right now.
“Oops!” the assistant said with an airy giggle. “You were a bit of a messy eater, weren’t you? Spilled some of it all over your lovely dress!”
“So I did,” Kasumi replied. Her glassy eyes turned down to look at the mess she had made of herself, and she tutted, taking the time to rub a little of the wonderful sauce from her dress. The strange thing she didn’t notice was that after she had wiped the stains from her dress, those same portions of the dress had vanished. As if they had completely dissolved. But she didn’t really care too much. All that she could think about anymore was the taste.
“Come on,” the assistant said, pulling her out of the seat. “We’ve got some other free samples for you to try. I can’t wait to see your reaction to the chocolate substitute we’ve been working on. Some of our customers say it’s better than sex!”
“I’ll take your word for that,” Kasumi mumbled. But the word lolled about her mind as she followed after the assistant. Sex. It wasn’t something she would normally think about, because - Because it just wasn’t proper. Now? Now each step she took was as if her body was screaming to the world that it was all she could think about. The roll in her hips, the way she seductively licked her fingers. And the weird thing was that she didn’t even appear to be consciously aware of it, nor of the effect that each and every single free sample offered was having on her mind and body with each bite she took and each mouthful she swallowed….
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So here she was again, working another shift. But this time? This time the pay was three times the previous rate. This time her smart suit had been replaced with something a little bit more saucy. A little pair of bunny ears above her head, which doubled as an earpiece receiver. She could have sworn she heard a faint little buzzing noise when she first put them on, but that quickly died down. Especially compared to the noise within the other areas of the building!
<font color = #FFFFE0>Money is good. Money is great.</font>
Anyway, the rest of the outfit: Silky leggings which felt so oddly warm that she kept forgetting she wasn’t wearing trousers. A snug, little black leotard that clung to her figure and, even though she knew intellectually it was leaving precious little to the imagination and hugging her figure as though she were some giant, sentient teddy bear, give her about ten minutes of not seeing the other girls around her or her own reflection and she’d completely forget. It was like someone had created some freaky designer fabric that felt like normal clothes but wore like fetishwear.
<font color = #FFFFD0>Money is great. They’ll pay to see you dressed like this.</font>
Which made Nabiki wonder for a moment whether or not she could get away with a few minor practical jokes with it, should she be able to get a sample. But no. Realistically that sort of thing would be impossible to pull off, so she might as well enjoy her shift while she could.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Gonna make so much money by flaunting your goods!</font>
She couldn’t help but smirk a little when one customer in particular pretended not to be checking her out when she looked at him. These men were such idiots sometimes. Show a little bit of figure and their brains turn to putty. All the easier to fleece them dry, and have a bit of fun in the process.
<font color = #FFFFC0>It’s fun making money. So much fun showing your goods!</font>
“Gonna need some more drinks for table three!” she called upon entering the back room, sliding her tray into place and slipping into the waitresses’ rest zone with all the practised ease of a skilled professional, like she’d been doing it for years rather than being a new start. That was just a testament to her cool attitude and hidden physical dexterity. She flopped into the seat provided, put her feet up on the table and took the chance to really think things over.
<font color = #FFFFC0>It really is exciting giving all these men a thrill.</font>
The location wasn’t half as seedy as she expected. No smoky dark atmosphere. It was all well lit and breezy, a carefully controlled climate that struck Nabiki as if it had been designed for comfort for both customers and workers alike. Even the music wasn’t all that grating. In point of fact, it was actually pretty catchy. They even provided a little rest area for the workers, which had a television they could watch while they caught their breath. Fifteen minutes to relax a little before heading back on the floor, where they could watch television and -
<font color = #FFFFC0>They’ll pay you more if you let them touch you.</font>
And just like that fifteen minutes were up. Like no time had passed at all. This whole operation was smooth. Smooth as silk. Smoother than these leggings and this leotard. The customers really were well behaved, and they seemed to like her a lot. As in. A <i>lot</i>.
<font color = #FFFFC0>They’ll pay you <b>so much more</b> if you let them touch you.</font>
“Thank you very much,” they would say, as an example. “You’re such a pretty and clever young thing! You’ll knock them dead!” Not flirting with her exactly. Complimenting her, and not even in a necessarily sexual way. Her smile, her rapport with them, her friendliness, her intelligence.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Think about that cash, let them touch your perfect ass.</font>
Then she saw it. A customer’s hand outstretched holding what was quite clearly a ten thousand yen note. It fluttered to the floor, very nearly landing on her feet. Nabiki bent down to pick it up, but with a slight roll of her eyes that she kept hidden from view, she deliberately bent only from the waist so that her butt was thrust right in the customer’s face.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Go for it, go for it!</font>
“Go for it,” she said, and sure enough she felt his hand squeeze first one cheek and then the other. It was a strange sort of thrill, as though she held so much power over him while he believed the opposite. Then again, maybe she was wrong and he was right? That was all part of the fun of any game: Anticipating the other, assuming your victory is inevitable and finding out the truth the hard way. She lingered there for a little longer, then stood up straight, looked over her shoulder and smirked at him, then strode off just as she had been doing.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Give ’em a wiggle.</font>
And then her hand touched her hip. She’d been intending to give him a final little enticing wiggle of her butt with her hand on her hip, but found herself stopping instead to check what she felt. Cash. Stuffed into the side of her leotard. With one hand she ruffled through it in abject disbelief. Within her grip was -
<font color = #FFFFC0>Nothing wrong with a little fun. Bunnies like to play.</font>
“You are a new face,” another customer said. His voice sounded familiar, but Nabiki was hardly thinking straight just now. That customer had put that much into her leotard in exchange for touching her just that much? Her imagination began to run away with her: In addition to the pay for the night, multiply <i>that much</i> by all these customers - “Care to sit with me a while? I shall endeavour to make it worth your time.”
<font color = #FFFFC0>Sexy. Feel sexy. Feels good to be sexy.</font>
“You’ve got a deal, handsome!” she said in her best sexy voice, moments before perching herself right on that customer’s lap. She’d have him eating out of her hands in no time flat, and shortly after that she’d empty his wallet. “You come here often, then?”
<font color = #FFFFC0>He’s sexy. Makes you feel hot and bothered.</font>
“Not particularly,” Tatewaki Kuno said. His arms wrapped around Nabiki’s waist before she even had time to react. “I simply overheard some of the other customers. I did not expect you to be the sort to work in an establishment like this.”
<font color = #FFFFC0>Kuno has money. Lots of money.</font>
“And I wouldn’t expect you to be the sort to patronise an establishment like this,” Nabiki said. Great! Kuno wasn’t the sort that would try to use this against her, but running into someone she knew? Not exactly something she needed. Then again, she could just as easily turn this against him as he could against her… Blackmail material she couldn’t use without destroying herself in the process. What fun.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Kuno has so much money.</font>
Kuno chuckled and allowed his hands to wander while resting his lips very close to her neck. His hot breath tickled her skin and sent goosebumps all the way down her spine. She unconsciously pressed herself harder against him, and funny feelings started building up inside her.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Therefore, Kuno is sexy.</font>
“Whatever they are paying you for your time,” Kuno said. “I shall pay more. The sight of you in that uniform has excited me in a manner I have never before imagined. Let no other man touch you but me! What do you say?”
<font color = #FFFFC0>Kuno is sexy.</font>
She should say no. She really should. Yet she could not quite manage it. Yen signs were flashing in front of her eyes. The money she could make from milking Kuno dry… The possibility! The potential! How could she say no to that? Besides which… Besides which, though she would never dare admit it, his fingers knew exactly what they were doing. He was playing her body like a musical instrument, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he could make her squeal an opera note by note.
<font color = #FFFFC0>Kuno is <i>so</i> sexy!</font>
“I say you put your money where your mouth is,” Nabiki breathed, spinning around in Kuno’s lap with a triumphant grin. “Show me what you’ve got, Kuno-baby!” she declared, and in the next instant her mouth was pressing firmly against his. By the time she was done here, there was no question in her mind that she would have him begging and pleading for more. Or… Maybe the other way around? It was so hard for her to think right now that she couldn’t quite visualise the answer.
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If there’s anything Kasumi loved doing more than cooking, she couldn’t normally think of it. The practice was so relaxing, the outcome was so rewarding. How could she help but adore it? It wasn’t her usual habit to develop new recipes, but she’d always wanted the chance; and now, here she was with that very opportunity. Granted a brand new set of delicious ingredients and a fully functioning kitchen, Kasumi Tendo had made herself a brand new, never seen before in the history of the world meal. She was carrying it on a silver tray towards the mysterious boss of the facility wearing a smile on her face and absolutely nothing else.
Now, under normal conditions Kasumi might find that a trifle peculiar. She might have thought it was a little strange that the new food she was testing out made her clothes vanish when she stained them. May have found it an odd quirk that the pleasure surging through her system like a bolt thrown by Zeus made her convulse just enough to spill some of it on herself. But after about ten or so such bolts of bliss virtually anyone would be a little bit - ahem - distracted.
A year’s worth of that wonderful food. A year, for free! And all Kasumi had to do was deliver the most delicious meal using those ingredients to the boss of this store. She stopped in front of the door and took the time to control herself. Her breathing had to be measured. It was important to make a good first impression. She honestly shouldn’t have worried though. It was hardly as though the first thing anyone would notice when she opened the door was the state of her breathing. That issue would probably not even enter into the top fifty things they would notice.
Once she was satisfied that she was in her best condition, Kasumi knocked on the door, waited for the “enter”, then gently pushed the door open. Whereupon she gasped in genuine surprise.
“Ah,” she said while gently setting the dish on the table in the middle of the room. “Hello, Mister Kuno. I did not realise that you were in charge of this establishment. Forgive me… Aren’t you a little young to be -”
“The Kuno family is quite wealthy,” the boy explained. It was a little strange to be talking with him like this. Usually her sisters had more interaction with him; they played together quite often so far as she could tell. “At a young age, we are raised to recognise good investments and plan accordingly. It keeps the wealth progressing from one generation to another.” He smiled, and she felt oddly charmed. Oddly, because she usually found younger men boring. Dull. Uninteresting. Except that she knew from second-hand knowledge that this young man was anything but. Not to mention his control over this shop was quite impressive by itself.
“I suppose I should end the competition here,” he said, shifting in his seat. His robes opened just a little, and Kasumi unconsciously licked her lips. Was he always so handsome? “The eldest Tendo sister is well known for her culinary skills. Adding your talents to our family would be a most wise investment. Still, that is hardly any reason for me to decline a wondrous piece of art, for it would be a grave insult to you and a relentless tease to my tastebuds. And quite enough of me is being teased as it is.”
The meaning of that completely flew by Kasumi’s head unnoticed. All she could see was Kuno seizing a spoon and lifting a small portion of the sweet she had made to his lips, where her gaze lingered while he quickly consumed it all bite by bite. She stared unblinkingly at the slight dab of sauce lingering on his upper lip, not paying any mind to the words he was speaking. Instead, she unconsciously puckered her lips and licked them, imagining the taste, imagining…
“I understand,” Kuno said, rising from his chair. “It is not only the company family you wish to join. Very well, you have succeeded where few others have failed: You have seduced me.”
“I’ve what”? Kasumi asked. Then all of a sudden she was pulled into a wonderful, delicious embrace. Kuno was kissing her. Yes, she knew that much. But her senses were overwhelmed by something else. The taste lingering on his lips and tongue. It was everything she’d dreamed it would be. Her recipe had found a way to take those otherworldly tastes and use them to boost each other’s effects on her tastebuds. Her initial reaction was shock; her second was to pull him closer in an attempt to savour this wonderful sensation even more intensely, to learn from it, to understand it.
But this is the key part that must be understood about Kasumi’s personality. She wasn’t simply doing this so she could experience more of this pleasure herself. She wanted to understand it so that she might better share it with others. That’s just the sort of person that she is.
“You have the finest qualities of both of your sisters, I see!” Kuno said, tossing his robe to the floor. “And yet you are your own manner of sensual creature. Fair and selfless.”
“This is quite sudden,” Kasumi admonished. “I’m not sure if I… I… Oh, who am I kidding?”
She pounced and pinned Kuno against the table with a shocking amount of speed and strength. Her legs straddled his waist, and her arms pinned his wrists to the table. Kuno didn’t seem concerned at all by their position, instead simply smiling sweetly up at her. And Kasumi smiled sweetly back. She’d given him a starter. Now it was time for the main course.
- Hold on, there were other girls whose dreams have not yet been seen! What about Azusa, Mariko, Herb, et al?
- Kuno wakes the girls up.
- Kuno considers what’s happened before waking the girls up.
- The next day, things are different in Furinkan.
- Something else
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