Bus Stop

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A chance encounter and a fantasy realized while international relations (sic) are encouraged

As usual, all characters have attained majority

"It's running late."

"Oh. Do you know what time the next one comes?"

"Are you late?"

"Yes."

"Late for rehearsal?"

"Yes. How you know that?"

"You're a dancer, right?"

"Yes. How you know that?"

"Where are you from?"

"Japan."

"Where do you dance?"

"Rhino."

"You're going to rehearsal, correct?"

"Yes. I don't want be late. Do you know what time bus will get me there?"

"About 10 minutes after 7:00."

"Oh. That's okay. Not too late."

"Do you have to go to work tonight?"

"No. Rehearsal."

"Oh."

"Why."

"I'd come watch you dance."

"At Rhino?"

"Yes. Would you dance for me?"

"Yes."

"Too bad. I'd like to watch you dance."

"You mean, dance for you?"

"Yes. That too. But I'd also like to watch you dance."

"Why?"

"I liked the way you ran across the street when the light changed against you."

"You saw that?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm."

"I knew you were a dancer from the way you ran and from the way you are standing now."

"Yes?"

"Yes. You also have great skin. That comes from being in superb shape."

"Thank you."

"What is your name?"

"Susie."

"No. What is your name in Japan?"

"Ryoko. How you know not Susie?"

"Oh, look. The bus is just a couple blocks away."

"Oh good. What is your name?"

"Allen."

"That is hard to say for me."

"Call me Al."

"Ow?"

"Close enough. Listen, if I give you my card, will you come dance for me?"

"Where?"

"My home."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"When?"

"Tonight, after rehearsal."

"Okay, I guess."

"I'll pay well."

"Okay. But, I bring a friend?"

"No. But you can give people my card so you feel safe."

"Okay. I guess okay. What time?"

"After you finish."

"That's late. I'll have to go apartment for shower before you."

"OK."

"What time?"

"11:00."

"Okay. Give me card. I'll come.

"Here. Take this money so you can get a taxi."

"Oh. Thank you. I come 11:00."

"Hi, Ryoko. You're early."

"Yes. Cab know exactly here."

"Good. Come in, come in."

"You have very big house. You rich?"

"No.

"How you buy big house if you no rich?"

"I bought it years ago and fixed it up."

"Fix up?"

"Yes. You know... repair."

"Repair?"

"Yes. Never mind. Here, let me take your coat. Would you like a drink?"

"Do you have beer?"

"Yes. Of course. I have Sapporo, or"

"You have Pauli Girl?"

"Yes. How do you know Pauli Girl?"

"My boyfiend drink Pauli Girl."

"Is he German?"

"No. He Japanese. He live in Germany for school."

"Where is he now?"

"Home."

"Home like in Japan."

"No. He my boyfriend. He home here."

"Does he know you are here?"

"No."

"No?"

"He not like me dance outside club."

"Why did you come?"

"You nice looking. I think you tip well."

"Depends."

"I know."

"Do you take tips at club?"

"Yes. For lap dance. I don't do more."

"But for me you'll do more?"

"Maybe."

"I think you will. That's why I wanted you here."

"I know."

"Does it make you nervous, knowing what I want?"

"No all men want same thing."

"And what is it all men want?"

"They want dance. Then, when excite, they want to use me."

"Do you like that?"

"I like they want. I don't let men do things."

"Then why are you here?"

"I think you different."

"I'm not. I want things too."

"No. I don't mean you don't want. I mean you different."

"How can you know that?"

"You knew I was dancer at bus stop."

"I like dancers best."

"See. That make you different. You want dancer. You don't want girl."

"But you're a girl."

"Yes. Yes. I mean, you know what dancer is. You know I'm in good fit."

"Shape, Ryoko. You're in good shape."

"Yes. Oh. Yeah... How you know I come here?"

"I know enough about women to tell when I interest them."

"You remind me of Japanese boss."

"Boss?"

"Yes. You know. You stand important. You wear expensive clothes."

"Oh. I see. Here, I'm going to play some music for a minute. I want you to listen and make a dance just for me."

"Okay. Who band?"

"Dead Can Dance."

"Huh?"

"Dead Can Dance. They are from Australia."

"I not know group."

"No?"

"No. Maybe I like. You play. I finish beer.

"Okay. Just listen for a minute and I'll be right back."

"Where you go?"

"To change. I want to be comfortable."

"Just take off shoes. Oh. You no have shoes. Where shoes?"

"I don't wear shoes in my house."

"You live in Japan before?"

"No. I had a Japanese girl-friend once. She never wore shoes in the house."

"She clean, huh?"

"Very. Very clean. You remind me of here in some ways."

"She dancer too?"

"No. A banker."

"Oh."

"You sound disappointed."

"Too many bankers, not enough dancers."

"I agree."

"I like music. I have dance just for you. You want beer? You get beer and relax. I have dance for you."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

∙ "Oh my. Ryoko. You are truly beautiful. I had no idea with all those baggy clothes you wear."

"I hide from boys on bus. They always rude, if I dress too little."

"I bet."

"You not rude."

"Nope. Never have been. I find I get more positive attention if I'm quiet."

"You smart. Now I dance."

∙ "Ryoko. Ryoko. That's enough. My god girl. I'm so impressed. How did you learn to dance like that?"

"I practice all day every day."

"Wow. I am very glad I gave you my card."

"Now, you want lap dance?"

"No. I don't need one. I couldn't be more excited if I had ten lap dances."

"Let me see. Oh you very hard. You too big for my hand."

"That's because of the pants."

"Take them off. I want to see."

"You take them off."

"Okay. You like tell Ryoko what to do."

"Yes."

"Ryoko like that too. Now step out, oh my. You are bigger than boyfriend."

"He's Japanese."

"Yes, but he big for Japanese. You bigger."

"Is that okay?"

"I try to fit in my mouth."

"I'd like that."

"Hmmm. You dripping. You don't eat meat."

"Yes, but not often. You can tell."

"You eat fruit and lots of salads."

"Yes. Yes I do. I like to eat light."

"Light?"

"Well, not too much. That's what light means."

"Oh. You talk. I'll eat light."

"Oh goodness. I think I'm really going to like this."

"Ummm. You want Ryoko swallow stuff?"

"Yes."

"Okay. My boyfriend like shoot on boobs. He say it like bukkake. You know bukkake?"

"Yes. I have a couple of tapes."

"Oh. All men like little Japanese girls do dress up and drink their stuff. Why that?"

"I really don't know. I think I could explain it, but we'd need an interpreter."

"Oh. Then you talk. I'll finish now."

"Thank you."

"Yes."

"I mean thank you very much."

∙ "Ow?"

"Yes, Ryoko."

"When last time you shoot stuff?"

"Four days ago."

"You like I swallow?"

"Yes. Very much."

"You want me come back sometime?"

"Yes. Many times."

"Okay, but..."

"But what?"

"Maybe you use hand one, two days before. That too much for my little belly."

"Ha. Okay. But there are other things we can do too."

"No. Only that and only with you."

"What about at the club."

"Never."

"Really?"

"Yes. I need job to pay school for me and boyfriend. Job pays very good for four days work. I do more than lap dance they fire me."

"Oh. Why did you do that for me?"

"I wanted to do that with someone. You nice man. You gave me money for cab. I feel you tip good. But now, I don't want tip. I just want come again. Okay?"

"You don't want a tip?"

"No. I like music you choose. I like how clean you are. I do that for my boyfriend but he always likes shoot on my boobs. Sometimes I like to swallow. Just not too much stuff."

"Ryoko. You can come back anytime."

"No. I come too much, boyfriend get worry."

"You'll tell him you are teaching me to dance."

"Really?"

"Really. That way, you don't have to explain the tips and you really can teach me to dance."

"You not too old?"

"No. Does your boyfriend shoot that much stuff?"

"No. That too much. Oh. I see. You shoot like young man."

"That's right. So, if you say you come here a few times each month to teach dance, you can keep the money, the tip, and I really will let you teach me to dance."

"Oh good. But..."

"What now?"

"Remember. You use hand two days before I come teach you."

"No problem. No problem at all."

"Do you want dance lesson now?"

"No sweetness. I think I'd like to watch you dance some more and see what comes up."

"Comes up?"

"Yes. You know, see if you make me hard again."

"Oh. Comes up. I get now. Tee-hee. Comes up. Comes up. Okay. I dance again."

"Do you want another beer?"

"No. There no room in my belly."

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AnonymousAnonymousover 12 years ago
playfull

Playfull and charming, that are the words wich kept coming when I was reading this splendid story of yours. I've read more of your stories, and enjoyed all of them. But this lovely miniature is really dancing all the way. I love that!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 13 years ago
Sorry

..but your story got so much conversation and so little reflection that you lost me..

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