School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 49 – Kaori’s New Life

Kaori’s hands slid up the silver pole, her body pressed tight against it. Her barely clad pussy pressed against it, pressure on all of the right places that made her moan as she bent back, long black hair running across the runway. Men shouted and yelled for her, holding up money for them to slide down her G-string. She would soon saunter over towards them, as she did every night, giving one of them the special attention he deserved, depending on the size of his wallet. Nakago, who sat in the back, watching his beautiful sister and lover, would indicate to her whom would shell out the most money to her, but tonight she did not need him. He pointed to one man, but her eyes were on another. It was not for lust of his body, she had never been into men in glasses, who decidedly had a brain, it was a different type of lust that drove her towards him. He was possibly the most famous man in Hollywood right now, starring in every blockbuster film that was on the rise. She saw in him more than just money, she saw in him a permanent place to hide. She was tired of living in a cramped apartment with Nakago and two other strippers. She was tired, believe it or not, of having sex with random men from the strip club for more money. She wanted something solid, something stable, and the moment she set her eyes on the American heartthrob she knew it was him.

The actor was at the end of a one year leave from Hollywood, claiming not mental exhaustion, but the need to be with his family. If that was not his sister to Kaori’s right dancing, and not his brother happily ogling Kaori’s bare breasts, then he was not sticking to his word.

Kaori danced away from the pole, her eyes glued to the man with the hazel eyes. She danced her way to him, falling to her knees in front of him and his friends, crawling across the rest of the stage until she was closer. Three of his friends reached over and began shoving money into her G-string, but he just sat back in his chair, his eyes glued to hers. She smiled, stretching one leg out to him, leaning it on his shoulder, letting him glimpse what she had to offer, and somewhere in the darkness of the strip club he offered her the barest smile, a smile no one but she saw. She smiled wider and danced away. He had given her the solemn promise, one that most men knew how to give.

An hour later she and James Grant were in the Velvet Room, where strippers were to dance privately with their sponsors, but no sex was allowed. It was a shame, however, that sex always happened for an undisclosed fee, Kaori and one of her roommates being the biggest on breaking the rules for the extra cash.

James Grant was watching Kaori spread her legs as she danced on the table. He had yet to speak to her, his entourage had done all of the speaking, and not even to her, but to her manager. The manager, ready to please a big star, made sure that Kaori did not dance her third dance of the evening and instead was in the Velvet Room making sure the actor was happy.

“Are you Chinese?” he asked suddenly. Kaori was shocked enough to stop dancing for a moment, but then she regained her rhythm, men often wanted to talk, they still felt the need to know something about their sex partner, as if courting her for a one night stand when the women cared about nothing more than the money they would be offered after sex.

“Japanese,” she answered, flipping her long hair back and sliding down till she did the splits, facing him, on the table in the center.

James Grant smiled appreciatively and leaned back. “Is that man watching you closely in the back your husband?”

“My brother,” she answered honestly, though she had to admit she was slightly disturbed by his attention to detail.

“Really,” James said intrigued. He let his gaze roam over Kaori, her body almost naked except for a G-string and a black bra that covered nothing really but her nipples, though he had seen them bare already earlier. “The way he was looking at you, I suspected something different, but if you are brother and sister, he won’t mind what I want to do to you.”

“What is it you want from me?” Kaori asked, leaning forward, her breasts brushing against the table as she stretched.

“I want to fuck you,” James said honestly. “Here, now, like the men before have.”

“That’s against the rules,” Kaori said in her most pleasant voice.

James raised an eyebrow, then leaned forward reaching out towards Kaori, but instead of touching her he reached for a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out and lit it, taking a long drag before speaking once again. “You’ve never fucked any of the clients before?” James asked, his eyebrow high.

“Never,” Kaori lied, she had to lie, she had gone through the lie so many times she had begun to wonder if it were really true.

“What would it take for me to fuck you, then?” James asked, almost playing along.

Kaori bent back, all of the way back, letting him gaze only at her pussy covered in a black and silver fabric that left nothing to the imagination. She let him gaze and want her while she contemplated her answer, she gave a different answer every time she was asked this question. She was wary of James, almost like there was something to worry about from him. Her initial lust for money had worn off and now she was sick to her stomach. Was she about to make a mistake if she fucked him?

She pictured that hovel they called a home, shared with a blonde and a red-head, one naturally her proclaimed hair color, the other completely bottle, and Nakago as he eyed the women and she felt jealousy. She had no right to do so, but she did every time one of them walked by mostly naked, two bedrooms not nearly enough for them, and Kaori could not advertise she was fucking her brother though the slept in the same bed every night she could not sleep with him, which made her wonder more where he was going for sex.

“A wedding ring,” Kaori finally answered, completely joking, but wanting to hear his reaction.

“So marriage is the only way to get inside of your pussy?” he asked of her.

Kaori sat up, looking at him, his eyes completely serious, and then she nodded, and he left. She thought it would be the last time she ever saw him, but over the next four weeks he began to court her, even asking her on real dates. Kaori did not know how to take his attention, but he was spending on her so lavishly, and then she finally had to admit where she lived, and the state of her life. After four weeks of courting her he asked her to marry him, in the most romantic fashion, taking her for a fancy dinner on a private jet, falling to his knee to propose, her giving him all of the excuses why they should not be married. His excuse, “This is Hollywood, if it doesn’t last you get most of my money anyway.” She told him she could not leave her brother. “He will live in my mansion here in Canada with us.” It was enough, Kaori said yes, and was married within a week in a private ceremony that only Nakago, James, Kaori, and James’s best friend Seth attended. James did not even bother to tell his family.

Kaori, Nakago, and James, along with an assortment of James’s closest pals on occasion, lived in his mansion that was hidden high in the woods. James took Kaori to bed every night, filling her and desiring her, for she truly had waited to fuck him until after they were married. Maybe he thought she was a girl in trouble, and she was, but she knew he did not understand why she was a girl in trouble, and she never planned to tell him.

When James was out with his friends, and Kaori claimed she had a headache and wanted to rest, she would spend the day in Nakago’s room, fucking him senseless, riding him all day, then going to James and letting him ride her all night. She had never been more sexually exhausted, and at the same time she had never been more aroused. Kaori loved both men, in their own way, though Nakago remained her true love.

She was married almost three months, when in passing, James mentioned that Kaori had not had her period in a while. Kaori had shrugged her shoulders into her pillow at the time, not really too worried about it. She had never been regular, but she had not had her period in the three months they had been married. Is it possible her birth control had given out? Is it possible that her 99% chance of being safe had blown and she had faced that 1% finality, finally.

Kaori rushed to the market to buy a pregnancy test, leaving far too much money with the lady at the counter, and not truly caring. She ran out, ran home, and peed on the stick. There was no hesitation of the color change, she was pregnant.

She hid the evidence so far in the garbage the garbage men themselves would never find it. She washed herself in the shower, cleansing her body of… what? It was in the shower it occurred to her, there were only two men this child could belong to. Two men and one would leave the child deformed if born.

Kaori rushed out of the house, hair wet, winter air blasting her. She drove like a mad woman to the local clinic and demanded an appointment, throwing her husband’s name in the air and hoping for the best care, which she received. She had the ultra sound, the baby looked healthy, she had everything done perfectly, and then asked if there was a way to test the baby. Her doctor glanced at her and sighed.

“If you test this child, you risk destroying it.” Kaori looked at the ultra sound results, looking at the forming fetus and wondered about the risk. How could she possibly have Nakago’s baby? How could she have James’s baby when she was not really his to belong to? She was betraying herself, and the men.

James announced the next day he was to go to America to film a movie. He invited Kaori to come with him, which she did, for two weeks, and then said she was homesick, after a policeman had eyed her curiously and her common sense had kicked in. She was a missing woman, and in America her face was sure to have been plastered on the media a few hundred times, especially by her aunt. Kaori returned to the manor, sat down with Nakago, and told him the truth, she was pregnant and there was no guarantee as to who the baby belonged to.

Right as James was about to return from filming three movies in a row Kaori ran. She left Nakago behind, she had every intention of returning to her brother and her husband, but first she had to know about the child. She left James a note, a note that said she would return to Japan and spend one month with her mother, then return before their baby was born. It was the first time she would tell him that she was pregnant, at nearly seven months.

Kaori was determined, if she had the child and it was Nakago’s, she would leave it to her parents to deal with, she would return home and callously hurt them again, leaving them with a new burden. If the baby was James’ she would return with the baby and smile happily and apologize to him for taking longer than she should have.

This last she did not tell her parents, though for a moment she wondered if she saw a glimmer of knowledge in Yuki’s eye.