Hell Bent for Leather Ch. 07

Koh had gone to the Soapland to apply for a job as a lowly staffer, i.e. towel-boy. Accompanying him to the interview was Miss Tanaka, playing the role of his aunt. Marlow was all glammed up and dressed to kill, her skintight dress speaking volumes. Underneath she wore a bra that was one size too small, and the skimpiest thong she had in her possession. The hook was that Marlow thought Koh was applying for a masseuse position, so she decided to interview him in depth. As Madam, she should have known which position Koh was applying for, so was it simply a matter of a cougar taking advantage of a young, innocent man or a sincere mix-up? It would be for the audience to decide.

Marlow's boobs practically jumped out of her undersized bra as she shimmied out of her dress. The bra was bright white, and her purple thong panties with black trim made Koh gasp once he got a look at them. His bone was pressing against the crotch of his pants and it felt like a relief when he was told to strip. There was some dialogue, but naked Koh and underwear-clad Marlow made the words redundant.

Marlow lay down on the massage table and worked his hands down from her shoulders. When he got to the back of her bra, he hesitated, not sure whether he was supposed to remove it. "What the hell, he thought, better to get in trouble for unhooking it than not unhooking it, right? He nervously waited the outcome, but to his relief Marlow arched her back and let her bra fall by the wayside. Her butt-cheeks looked so beautiful...he wanted to kiss them so badly...again, why not try it, so he did.

Koh's hands were shaking. He desperately wanted to remove her thong. His cock was aching. It weighed a ton; just carrying it around felt like a burden. From the sideline, Jane was beside herself with joy. "Look," she exclaimed to Arlene," he's laying some serious pipe."

Arlene wasn't impressed. "What's the big deal?"

"I'll tell you what the big deal is. Our girlfriend is ramping it up. I swear, she's gonna let him strip her."

"Yeah, so?"

"Listen, you dumb broad, Marlow's butt is worth its weight in gold."

"I've seen hotter." Arlene still wasn't impressed.

"Leeny, look at it this way. You and I are sluts. We go out in public and guys fall over themselves. Why? Because we look fuckable."

"Well, we are," giggled Arlene. "Hell bent for leather, right?"

"Jesus fucking Christ." Jane shook her head. "Hell bent for leather... I like that. You got it, girl, but Marlow? See, she looks untouchable. Guys would crawl over broken glass just to get near her. Having her do it on camera...remember, little miss prude didn't even want to strip, and now...Jesus fucking Christ...I'm telling ya, this is gonna cause a lot of spilt cum."

Marlow let out a slight sigh. "A little harder," she moaned. Koh pressed down on but butt cheeks. Ever so subtly he slid his finger under her thong. Did he dare? "Go ahead," she said. "You can take it off."

The director looked at Jane with eyes wide. He gave her the okay sign, using his thumb and index finger.

"See," Jane whispered to Arlene, "he agrees."

Wiggling her butt, Marlow motioned for Koh to come to the front of the massage table and face her. Koh's penis twitched more violently, bobbing up and down with increasing velocity. Marlow was half in the role and half in the midst of her recruitment pitch. A spectacular finish would seal the deal, and she was willing to go that extra mile. Koh was already halfway to Los Angeles. "Onani," she said, a Japanese word for masturbate, one of the few words she knew.

When it came to pleasuring one's self, Koh didn't need to be told twice. He looked down at her face; her beautiful, glamorous face, with perfect make-up; her drop-dead gorgeous face beaming with anticipation. This has to be a dream, he thought; nobody can be so lucky. He was content to savor the moment, but he must have savored it too long, because the director said something to him in Japanese, something along the lines of 'get on with it', because Koh immediately took a step back, spread his legs, arched his back, lifted his head up and grunted extremely loud as he pounded his meat into submission. He's so cute, thought Marlow. He loves me. Nobody she knew would be ever watch this anyway, but if a billionaire was, by chance...well, you never know. From a tiny acorn giant trees grow.

Koh let out a loud scream and a torrent of semen splashed across Marlow's face. To her credit, she didn't flinch, actually giving the appearance that she enjoyed being sprayed and splattered with his seed. Finished, Koh slumped over her, spent, before finally getting an inspiration, and he knelt down and began licking his sperm from her eyes, nose, forehead, and any other place where essence de Koh had left its mark.

"Am I done here," Marlow asked? Her face was smeared. Despite Koh's best cleaning efforts, semen still clung to her eyelid. "Good," she said, upon being told that she was. "Come with me, Koh darling, help me wash up," and they sauntered towards the bathroom.

Koh was practically on the plane to Los Angeles.

THE END