Emiri Kazari

"The boosting effect of legalizing child prostitution on Japan's economy..." "Duh..." Emiri swiped through images on her phone half-heartedly, barely seeing the pictures pass by as her mind wandered. She lifted a lock of ginger hair and sighed, tucking it behind her ear as she glanced at the supposedly happy group of little girls chatting animatedly in front of her. Their laughter seemed grating and forced to her tired ears. Was anyone here truly enjoying themselves with shitty pedophiles? It didn't seem like it. Her stomach churned again and her grip on the phone tightened, making her knuckles white. She wanted to be out of this place. "Emi-chan? " "There is a customer waiting for me… Right? Which room? Second VIP-room..." Emiri's voice was flat as she stared at her phone, scrolling down through the news article without really looking at anything. Sat down on the edge of her bed with a sigh, Emily tiredly pulling a smooth pair of stockings over her legs. As she straightened them out neatly, she gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror across from her. Faint circles were visible under her usually bright eyes, and her smile didn't quite reach them the way it normally would. No, she wouldn't do at all in this state. She raised a hand to her cheek, gently patting it as if to chase away the weariness. Tonight there would be many clients to entertain and charm, and she knew she had to pull herself together and appear lively and engaged. Squaring her shoulders, Emiri took a deep breath and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. "Thank you for waiting~Master~ I am Emiri Kazari and I'm here to make you the happiest man in the world~" With a twirl and a giggle, Emiri entered the room. The light was soft and welcoming, and a table with two chairs sat in the middle of the floor. The client was seated on one of the chairs, facing her. Bar Berry's shirt and tie were pristine and neat, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. Hm, another rich prey? He could be a regular if he liked her enough. "Master, you have such strong arms~Is your dick, thick, too? Let me check...Ya...Wh-What?" She was stunned, unable to continue her sentence. The man was enormous, the shaft was thicker than her fist and the head was the size of an egg, a drop of sticky liquid oozed out of the tip. How could a human's genital be this huge? It looked more like an animal's penis. No, she would never have taken something this big into her child pussy, but he paid a high price and she was a professional. She had to take care of him. "Fine, I'll do it... I'll satisfy you, master."