Chapter 10: More Adventures in Cairns

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the chapters in order.

The day after the competition, just before lunchtime, I told Iku we were returning to Zen Gardens, the Japanese restaurant where we had won the sex competition.

“Wear the pale dress,” I said. “But this time add the heels I left on the bed.”

She found the black patent-leather statement heels I had bought with six-inch heels that made it obvious what the wearer wanted. The dress was pale, almost off-white, made with a thin fabric and it looked like it had been painted onto her body. Where it stretched across her new 36EE tits and hips it turned semi-transparent, showing the dark circles of her areolae and thick nipples jutting out and that she wore nothing underneath. She looked exactly like what I was trying to make her into: a woman who wanted strangers to stare at her body and know she was a slut.

We arrived at two in the afternoon. The lunch rush was over, but the bar and lounge area were beginning to fill. The same host from the night before recognised us straight away. His eyes went straight to Iku’s tits. She noticed it and moved so the pale fabric stretched around them, and her nipples pointed at him. I am sure he got hard as he remembered last night’s competition.

“Table for two,” I said casually, as if bringing a woman who was practically naked to lunch was normal. He seated us in the main dining area, and the reactions of shock, lust, and disapproval were the same as the night before, even though this crowd was younger, as the prices were lower than those paid by the older, wealthier nighttime patrons.

Three younger Japanese women at a table we passed in particular caught my attention. They were in their early twenties, probably twenty or twenty-one. I guessed they were uni students on holiday, and they were dressed in short skirts and tight tops they had bought at the beachfront shops. When Iku sashayed past their table, their eyes locked onto her. Her fake tits were threatening to pop out of the plunging neckline, and her plenty was visible through the stretched fabric. One of the three stared openly, her mouth slightly open. The other two leaned in to whisper, their eyes moving from Iku’s exposed tits to her cunt and back again. I had achieved what I wanted.

After we sat, I told Iku to look at the three young women. “Probably university students on holiday,” I said quietly. “I want you to go over there and ask them to sexfight you. Tell them your man wants to watch you compete against younger women.”

Iku’s breath caught. “What? Why?”

“Because you need practice,” I said. “You want to beat Mai, and she is experienced. You need practice against women to learn.” Her hand moved to her thigh without thinking. When she withdrew it, her fingers were wet from the thought of beating Mai. “This is our start,” I said, nodding toward the students, “Go and convince them to compete against you. Then you can start learning how to sexfight.”

Iku stood slowly. Her sex juices were running down both inner thighs, leaving wet tracks that I could see. She walked toward the students’ table on her six-inch fuck-me heels, the tight semi-sheer dress displaying that her body was primed and available. I watched as she stopped at their table. The three young women looked up, their expressions shifting from surprise to fascination at the older woman in the see-through dress standing before them.

Iku spoke in Japanese. I couldn’t hear the words, which didn’t matter as I spoke no Japanese, but I saw the students’ reactions. Their faces showed initial shock, then they glanced between themselves and asked rapid questions. Iku gestured toward me. More conversation. Then all three shook their heads. Even without hearing or understanding, I knew it was a clear refusal.

Iku’s shoulders dropped slightly. She turned and started to walk back to our table. She stopped and returned to the university students’ table, turning to face them so her back was facing the other tables. She shrugged the pale dress off one shoulder to give the uni students a close-up view of a round watermelon-shaped and sized tit and exposed nipple. It was not enough to change their minds, but it made all three stare again.

When she returned, she sat down carefully and looked at me. “They refused,” she said in a disappointed voice.

I noticed them glancing at us as we ate. After fifteen minutes, I walked to their table and pulled out my wallet. I laid twenty one hundred Australian dollar notes onto the table. The three Japanese looked at each other. They spoke quickly in Japanese, glancing at the money, then at Iku. One of them took out her phone and converted the amount, and the discussion grew more animated. Eventually the 21-year-old in the middle nodded. The other two followed. They divided the cash and slipped it into their bags.

I returned to our table, leaned in close, and gripped Iku’s thigh. “They’re going to try to make you cum,” I said quietly. “But you’re going to learn how to beat Mai.”

Her reaction was immediate. More sex fluid ran down her inner thighs. The thought of competing against younger women as practice for Mai had pushed her past any remaining shame. “When?” she asked, in a strained voice.

“Now. I’ll go and arrange a private room, and it will start in ten minutes.”

Iku’s hand slid under the table and closed around my cock through my trousers. She squeezed hard. “Watch me,” she said. “Watch me prove I can defeat younger women. Watch me learn how to fight Mai, and then break her.”

The private room had a king-sized futon, padded tatami mats covering the floor and adjustable dim lighting. When the three entered, they looked uncertain, already second-guessing their decision despite the cash in their bags. But they had committed, and the prospect of easy money for what they had probably convinced themselves was just a paid experiment seemed to outweigh their doubts.

“Names first,” Iku said. “I want to know who I am beating.”

The tallest spoke first. She stood about five foot six with shoulder-length black hair hanging in loose waves. “I’m Sora,” she said in accented English. She wore a crop top and low-waisted jeans that showed off a slim, willowy figure. She had delicate features and the confidence of someone used to being the leader.

The second was athletic, perhaps five foot five, with a toned body visible through her fitted tank top and shorts. “Sakura,” she announced. Her hair was cut in a short pixie style, and her arms and legs showed lean muscle. She looked around twenty and carried herself like someone who worked out regularly. The final member of the trio was shorter and fuller-bodied, about five foot three. “Yumi,” she said quietly, looking at the floor. Clearly she had been talked into what was going to happen by the other two. Her hair was cut in a neat bob, and she wore a T-shirt that did nothing to hide her fuller breasts, and her skirt was tight on her wider hips. She seemed the most nervous of the three. I, however, had watched a lot of JAV movies on the net and knew from that impeccable, truthful source of Japanese culture that this type of Japanese always surprised in their sex scenes.

“Strip,” Iku told them. “Let me see what I’m competing against.”

The three exchanged glances, then removed their clothes. Sora went first, proving to me she was the leader. She pulled off her crop top to reveal smallish high-mounted A-cup tits with dark nipples. Her skirt followed, revealing slim hips, and unusually for a Japanese, a completely smooth, waxed pussy, and long, slender legs.

Sakura stripped quickly, pulling off her tank top and sports bra that had covered her firm B-cups with their small, tight nipples. Her stomach was flat and defined, her hips narrow, her legs long and muscular. Her pussy was waxed smooth. She stood with the relaxed confidence of someone used to being looked at.

Yumi undressed more slowly. Her clothes came off to expose full C-cup breasts with larger areolae and already stiff nipples. Her body was softer, with a round belly, wider hips, and thicker thighs. Her pussy was trimmed rather than bare, a neat triangle of dark hair above it. She kept her eyes down, clearly self-conscious.

Let’s increase the stakes,” I said. “Make it matter more to you and make it harder for Iku.”

“What do you mean?” Sora queried.

“A simple change to the rules to make it more JAV style. If the three of you can make Iku cum four times before she has made each of you cum twice plus one, in other words, before she has forced seven orgasms from you, then you win more than the money. You get to fuck me. All three of you. Take turns on my cock while she watches.”

I saw the flicker of interest in their eyes. I stood up and began removing my clothes. Shirt first, then trousers and underwear, until I stood naked in front of the four women. The situation, the exhibitionism, Iku’s obvious need, and the three naked students had already affected me. My cock stood fully erect, thick and ready.

All three students stared. “Oh my god,” Sora said in Japanese, then switched to English. “It’s so big.”

“Bigger than my Japanese boyfriend,” Sakura added, her athletic body tensing with interest. Yumi just stared, her large tits rising and falling as her breathing quickened.

Before Iku could speak, Sora stepped forward and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Her small fingers could not close around the thickness. “It’s so hard,” she said. “So thick. I want...” Before she could finish, Sakura joined her, cupping my balls while Sora stroked slowly. “If we win, we really get to fuck this?”

Yumi hesitated, then added her hand so all three young university students were now touching my cock with open fascination.