This Body, Special Menu
The lights shone on the stage, and the music unspooled in a languid, seductive thread. More than half the eyes in the room, however, were fixed on her — Seira, the establishment's supernova.
She knew it, and still she held her glass, wetting her lips, her gaze aimed straight ahead as she turned her body just slightly toward the man beside her. For fifty silver coins, his hand slowly slipped into the deep cut of her uniform.
Even when his palm found her breast, Seira didn't so much as blink. She simply, quietly, lowered the hand that held her glass.
"Soft…"
Granted the freedom to knead those enormous tits without a hint of resistance, the man cupped one in his palm and slowly squeezed. Her springy nipple compressed against his skin and rose with the pressure.
"…It's a little less fun without any reaction, though."
"Then spend more."
Even as she offered up the breasts beneath her clothes, the reply was firm and dry. She brought the glass back to her lips. Without taking her mouth from it, she pressed down on the man's thigh with the weight of one hand, and that pressure alone made his breathing turn ragged.
"Time's almost up. What are you saving this for?"
"…Shit. You saying you want more, pretty girl?"
"I'll just name a price."
"How much for a finger — one knuckle?"
"Five."
"…Both sides?"
"Ten."
The man hesitated a moment, then pulled a pouch from his waist. A few silver coins clinked and rolled across the table.
With the lights still trained on the stage, Seira quietly accepted the hand stroking her breast from inside the fabric, her gaze locked on the performance to the very end. Her face still held no expression at all. But when the flesh deep in her breast gave a little twitch — a jolt — it was her body that remembered the sensation.
As the time ran out, the man's hand slipped one last time into her cleavage, felt that pressure, and withdrew. He couldn't stop himself. His eyes wandered down to her lower belly, where the fabric was closer to a thong than anything deserving the name of underwear.
He asked in a low voice.
"The inside… how much?"
Seira's fingertips paused as she set down her glass. Leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, she looked at him with eyes that seemed heavy and swollen with drink.
"Hmm… there's no set price yet for putting your hands that far."
"Then set one. I'll pay whatever."
The man's voice sounded like he was holding his breath.
And in that instant—
—Clang!
From a table behind her, someone dumped a handful of coins onto the wood. One-silver pieces, five-silver pieces, and among them a gold coin that caught the light.
"Seira. Come here."
A voice so drunk on lust it was almost unpleasant. Seira turned her head to look.
"…Oh?"
Coins rolling across the table, and beside them, a man's hand tapping the wood with his fingers.
"I'll be going now."
Seira slowly turned her head back to the original man. She gave the back of his hand a light push and flashed a smile full of mischief.
"You had your chance. Earn more and come back?"
"……Shit."
"Cursing isn't free."
Holding back a laugh, she rose slowly from her seat and headed for the new customer's table, her breasts made to jut out on purpose, her hips rolling with a soft sway.
She approached the man and said nothing. She simply sat down beside him, drawing the fabric in front of her chest slowly aside.
"This much… is included, right?"
His fingers groped beneath her breasts and set those tits — weapons in their own right — to swaying. A rough palm followed, brushing slowly, gently across her nipple.
"Holy shit. For real."
"Worth the money, right?"
Seira quietly uncrossed her legs and shifted her position. She'd already finished counting the money on the table.
Her back as she settled onto the man's lap — for just a moment, the light glanced across the curves of her thighs and hips.
Smiling faintly, she placed her hand on his broad thigh. A hard shape waited through the fabric of his trousers. When her fingertips brushed across it once, the man's throat twitched.
"…You'll even do this?"
"Yeah. You paid a lot."
With those words, Seira lifted her hips slightly and nestled her ass between his thighs — a dangerous gap, close enough that the slightest shift would bring the fabric underneath into contact.
"Right now…"
"Don't move."
She pressed her hips down, very slowly. Softly pushing her thigh against his center, she swayed on his lap as if riding a faint rhythm. Even as she breathed shallowly, the vixen who drank from his glass in his place wore an expression as if nothing at all were happening.
The man couldn't take it. He put his hands on her waist, stroking her softly, hesitating over whether to slip them inside the fabric, when—
"Not there. It's not on the menu yet."
Seira, who'd been licking the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue, whispered it in a low voice.
"But still…"
"How much were you planning to pay?"
She turned her head slowly to look at him, a provocative light in her eyes. She was a woman who seduced not just with her gaze but with her body. Seira rubbed her legs along his thigh again, giving his center a sly little tease.
"I already gave you this much…"
"That's why I'm sitting here like this."
Alluringly, indifferently. And when she rolled her hips just once more, truly lightly, the cleft of her ass swept across his center. The man's eyes went bloodshot, and below he swelled as if he might burst at any second.
"Aahh…"
"Then go earn some more."
She said it like a whisper, then giggled and tipped her head back, exposing the line of her neck — slowly, so he could reach it.
"It's a special service. This is as far as it goes tonight."
Before those words had even finished, the burly man's lips found the nape of her neck.
"…Isn't that a bit much?"
In the darkness, one of the girls poked her coworker. Another staff member, tray in hand, followed with a pout.
"She was just now… grinding on him with her thighs, wasn't she?"
"That customer was mine earlier, you know."
As the stage lights drifted, sharp gazes gathered in a corner at the far end of the hall. They were settled by a single reply that came straight from the boss.
"Want to try it yourselves?"
"Boss!"
"You lot come running to me for protection the second anything happens, and that girl over there spends her body and her pride right there on the bill. You think I'm going to stop her?"
"Ugh…!?"
"Even if you said you'd do it, you couldn't. She's that shameless. Holding the reins that tight and treating it like it's nothing? That's not as easy as it looks."
The boss smiled. The motion of her wrist as she poured was slow, and her face wore the look of someone for whom all of this was going exactly according to plan.
"It's only until tomorrow anyway. Just watch. See how you actually make money in this business."
At those words, the other girls bit their lips and looked away.
"Seira! Ride the pole for us again today!"
"I'll cover tonight's show fee!"
The sound of coins rang out from tables here and there. But Seira, sitting at the center of it all, stopped the hand tilting her glass and waved them off.
"Not tonight."
"Eeeeh—!!"
"Instead—"
She quietly sat down on the lap of a man at the next table, one who'd already taken out his money and been waiting, and set her glass down. When he swallowed, she caught his hand in her fingers and pressed it, guiding it inside the fabric over her chest.
The hand that had reached her breast moved faintly. Seira placed her own hand over it with feigned indifference, guiding him as if teaching him exactly how to squeeze.
At those words, the man whose face was quite close to hers flushed red, and the men waiting around the table bit their lips in a fever of impatience.
"Me too! Over here too!"
"Miss, when are you coming to my side…"
Seira turned her gaze as if it were nothing. Taking her time, she sat close beside the men at each table, one by one, and poured their drinks. She let them press her soft breasts while she draped her own hands over their shoulders or thighs, slowly turning up the heat of the contact according to what they'd paid. To some she breathed against the nape of the neck; to others she whispered by the ear, "Spend a little more," drawing them in. And when the men below had swollen to the point of bursting, she rose with a dangerously provocative air and smiled.
She dropped that bomb from her lips and sauntered on to the next table.
The customers still waiting gripped their thighs, biting their lips as they held on, while those who'd already had their turn declared this was better than the pole — that this woman was truly insane — their eyes blazing with a mix of lust and excitement. Seira moved with a face that paid no mind to such gazes, calculating nothing but the thickness of the tips gathering at her fingertips.
"Oh my, sir. With a tip like that… would you like to hold my hand?"
Meanwhile, in a corner of one table, one of the girls spoke up hesitantly. Wide-eyed, she held out the back of her hand. The man looking at it hesitated a little, then — tap — took it in a glancing grip.
"Mm… this is embarrassing."
She flushed belatedly, offering a shy smile.
Seeing that, Seira, sitting at a table across the way, tilted her glass lightly with a blank face that didn't even lift the corners of her mouth.
"Finally. The budget model's arrived."
The other girls seemed to catch on, and slowly started moving as well.
"Never mind that kind of thing. For us… a smiling face is enough."
"Seira's scary, you know. I can treat you gently."
It wasn't going to stop there.
"Don't spend too much on Seira. I'll do it for two silvers."
"Two silvers? Really?"
"Yes, well… hands are fine, and the waist too…"
Things too embarrassing to even say out loud began spilling out at bargain-bin prices.
"Miss, over here!"
"This side too?"
Whether they were still waiting or had already had their turn with her, that precious time had been far too short, so in an effort to keep the heat going, their tables gradually filled with girls.
But even amid that commotion, a few customers quietly remained on Seira's side alone. One of them — a man who'd been persistently having her pour his drinks since earlier — already had her breast filling his hand.
"Heh heh."
Seira didn't refuse that hand. With a blank face, she quietly looked down at him. When the hand kneading her breast put more force into it, she arched her back slightly and drew in a breath.
"…You like it?"
"Too much. But hey—"
His fingers rubbed lightly over her nipple as he asked.
"How much for tonight?"
His touch went a little deeper. Under the table, his knee pressed against her thigh, making contact with sly insistence.
"If we can't do it here, we can just do it after closing…"
At the man's stimulation, Seira set down her glass and slowly turned her head to look at him.