The bustling evening streets of the commercial district were lit by trees wrapped in white lights and the flicker of advertisements. Snowfall diffused the light into a hazy pink glow. Winter had not fully closed its grip yet. Emily, however, was firmly gripping Jun’s hand. The two of them made their way down sidewalks and thoroughfares, until the clamour of the crowds had diminished.

Emily noticed they were heading through a quieter, darker, and less crowded part of the city. Her voice broke the cadence of their footsteps.

“Where are we headed?”

“You’ll see,” Jun replied with a grin.

“Okay, but if I wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys removed, I’m going to be very unhappy.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Jun led Emily through an alley lined with dumpsters and suddenly they were in a whole new neighborhood. The signs and storefronts were just as bright as before, but Emily could see there was a lot more bars, dance clubs, and arcades. She even caught a glimpse of a maid cafe. Everything was garish and provocative. Emily felt out of her depth.

“This is it,” Jun grinned. Emily looked up at a sign of a tongue suggestively licking a microphone.

“Lucky Ricks Karaoke?” she read the buzzing neon cursive.

Jun nodded. “They have private rooms and their drinks are really cheap. Come on, Emi-chan!” The plump boy led her up to the second floor, where an attendant sat behind a counter. The decor of the place was contemporary with the rest of the neighborhood: lurid glowing lights, vinyl furniture, and smoked glass block partitions that resembled rice paper screens. Jun and the attendant exchanged words, and Jun pulled a fat wad of bills out of his coat. Emily’s eyes widened as she watched her friend count some out and hand them over.

“Jesus, Jun, that’s got to be over twenty-thousand Yen!” she whispered as they padded past the bar. Jun waved at the bartender and got a brief bow in reply. Other patrons drank, smoked, and sang in here, but Jun was leading Emily to the back rooms.

“It’s fine,” he grinned. ” It’ll cover drinks for us. Besides, they know me here, so I get a discount.”

“What did you say you did for a living, Jun?”

“I told you, I edit videos.” They stepped into their room, which looked like it could hold at least nine or ten people. Jun flopped on the couch. “Isn’t this great? And they bring all the drinks to us, so we don’t need to get up.”

There was a knock at the door. “That’s them now!”

He took the tray of drinks from the server and passed one to Emily.

“Oh no, I don’t–” Emily was about to refuse, but then she thought about the moment in the pool when she’d given in to her impulses, and the excitement she’d felt. She thought of their kiss, and the hot rush of arousal as their bodies pressed together. Her cock swelled a little in her pants. She bit her lip and took the can.

“What the hell, it’s Christmas,” she declared. “Kampai!” They clinked their cans together, and she took a drink. It was kind of sweet, and she was thirsty from her workout. She tipped it back for a deeper drink.

“I’ll go first,” Jun said, shrugging off his coat and cueing up a song. He began to warble out the tune as the words scrolled out on the screen. Emily couldn’t suppress a smile at Jun’s singing efforts, but her eyes were quickly drawn to Jun’s rear as he bopped to the tune. The twin globes wriggling and swaying in their tight shorts fired Emily’s imagination and her cock grew a little more. She wondered what Jun’s ass would feel like bouncing and grinding against her crotch… how it would feel to slide between them. Her face flushed, and she shrugged out of her coat. It was suddenly very warm in here. “Your turn!”

Emily blinked as Jun handed her the mike. She set her empty can down and selected her song. Her voice was shaky at first, but she began to sing with more confidence, nodding her head to the beat. Her heart pounded and she could feel sweat beading on her skin. It was exhilarating! She’d never sung in public before. Jun applauded as the song wrapped up, and Emily grinned.

“Having fun yet, Emi-chan?” Jun asked, handing her a fresh can. Emily didn’t hesitate, downing a gulp of the drink to parch her dry throat.

“Yeah, actually I am,” Emily smiled. “Thank you, Jun.”

They continued singing and drinking. They sang through some pop songs and tried to coordinate their dance moves, bumping their hips together and giggling. Jun grabbed hold of Emily to stay upright. Emily could see that Jun’s face was flushed as hers. Impulsively, she kissed him. He let out a soft gasp and kissed back, letting the microphone dangle from his hand as Emily tilted his chin up. Emily could feel Jun’s half-hard cock pressing into her thigh through his shorts. Her own cock was fully awake now, growing with every throb of her pounding heart.

Jun broke free of the lip-lock. “Emi-chan, are you trying to seduce me?”

“I dunno,” Emily breathed. “Are you?”

“Maybe… but I’m also singing the next song. Why not sit down and watch?”

“Yeah, good idea,” Emily said breathlessly, sinking to the couch. Her eyes passed over the collection of empties on the table. Did they really drink all this booze? Jun began to sing, bouncing his hips to the beat as he read the words. Emily’s eyes were glued on that perfect round ass. She shifted in her seat and pulled her cellphone free of her coat.

Jun’s butt appeared on her screen as she began recording. She had to get this on camera. “Ohhhh jeez, look at that ass,” Emily whispered as she followed his dancing rear. She tilted her phone down. “Look how hard it makes me.” Her pants were stretched tight over her erection. She reached down with her free hand and began rubbing her bulge. A blob of precum oozed through the fabric and she rolled her thumb against the sensitive tip, eliciting a gasp.

“I didn’t know you were such a pervert, Emi-chan,” Jun said as he glanced over at her. Emily fumbled to cover up her straining bulge and hide her phone.

“Th- uhh, it’s-” she stuttered, her face flushing. Jun smiled and sat down beside her. He took her hand away from her crotch and pressed it against his own. She could feel the lump of his erection straining to be free.

“I knew there was something I liked about you.” He rubbed Emily’s hand in slow circles against his straining shorts and groaned in obvious arousal. Emily bit her lip as she began to fondle him on her own, squeezing and groping the swollen organ. She wanted to feel it in her hand! Her heart pounded as she flipped open Jun’s shorts and fished out his cock. It throbbed warmly against her palm. She began stroking it and Jun sucked in a breath. “Oh, so eager. But I won’t be beaten.”

Jun’s hand slid under her shirt and began stroking her cock through her lycra pants. Their eyes met and this time it was Jun who darted in for a kiss.

Their lips smacked together loudly as Jun kissed Emily. His tongue slid into her mouth and her eyes fluttered as she endured the dual pleasure of Jun’s eager tongue and busy hand. She kissed back, thrusting her tongue into a duel with his. Her sighs of pleasure turned into a grunt of surprise as she felt Jun’s hand slip under her pants and tug her cock free, stroking it as openly as she was doing to his.

Jun broke the kiss. Emily moaned in disappointment, but she gasped as he descended on her cock, taking the whole head into his mouth. She watched with a slack jaw as he eagerly slurped on her erection. The sensation was wonderful! She could feel his tongue sliding along the collar of her cockhead, teasing the sensitive ridge.

He let it pop from his mouth and looked up at her, stroking the now-slick organ. “Sing, Emi-chan.” Emily looked at him in confusion. “Sing a song or we’ll get kicked out.” Jun got on his hands and knees and began sucking her in earnest, bobbing his head as he began tugging Emily’s pants down.

Emily fumbled for the mike and selected a song at random. She lifted her hips to allow Jun to peel her pants down to her knees and began to sing, her voice breathy, as Jun’s lips enveloped her cock in their warm, velvety embrace. She couldn’t help but moan out some of the words as his tongue tickled her piss-slit. This was heaven. Her hand slid up her shirt and she began playing with her nipple, pinching and tugging it to compound her pleasure.

She could barely focus on the screen. It felt like Jun was a pro at this! He seemed to know exactly how to set the pace for his mouth, and Emily could feel her orgasm building. Jun’s fingers brushed her balls as he held her cock steady.

“O-oh god,” Emily whimpered, mid-chorus. Her balls tightened. She could feel the familiar pleasurable burn of orgasm rushing through her. “Jun, I- I’m gonna-”

It all seemed to happen so fast. Jun whipped out Emily’s cellphone and switched on the camera as cum began to surge from her cock. It splattered against Jun’s cheeks and lips as he captured the moment on video. Emily grimaced and moaned into the microphone as she orgasmed, shivering from jolts of pleasure, her cock swelling and pulsing against Jun’s tongue, thick spurts of semen plopping on the table, the floor, and Jun’s face.

Emily groaned as Jun lifted up from her cock. “You nasty slut,” she spat. “You tricked me!” She pulled Jun into another kiss, this one harsh and wanton and full of fire. Emily could taste herself on Jun’s lips and tongue, and it excited her more than she thought. Her cock lurched as Jun’s hand brushed it, oozing out a final glob of sperm. Panting, she broke the kiss and gazed into Jun’s eyes. She could see her own seemingly-insatiable lust reflected back in them. Something had awoken in Emily, and she knew she wanted to ride this feeling as far as she could.

Jun smiled, adjusting his glasses. “Let’s get out of here, Emi-chan. I know a place I think you’ll like.”