From Nyotaimori to Teppanyaki

“Sarah, I’m back!”, I hear my flatmate come in, arms full of groceries.

“Hey, did they have everything?”, I start moving to the door to greet her.

“Yeah, but I can only carry so much. Here, take some of it.”

I take a few of the grocery bags from her and bring them over to the table. As she puts the last few on the table, I start putting them away. She slumps down on the couch and lets me handle the rest. “My arms are so fucking tired. We need a car.”

“We don’t have that kind of money.”

“Well, we need to get that kind of money then!”

“How? We can barely afford this place as it is!”

“Uhh… I don’t know. But we have to.”

I put the last of the groceries away and sit down on the couch next to her, “Jess, You work as a waitress. You’re not going to be able to convince your boss to give you a raise, and in this economy you’re not going to be able to get tips any better than what you’re getting.”

“Yeah, I already unbutton an extra button on my uniform for what I do get. But what about you? Your boss is a lawyer.”

“A very pervy lawyer. I’m not going to become his office fucktoy just to get a car.”

“Well, there has to be something we can do. I just can’t take walking everywhere anymore!” She pauses for a moment. “What if we got weekend jobs?”

“That could work,” I get up to grab my laptop off the table before sitting back down and opening it. “Let’s see here,” as I open up Craigslist and check out the jobs. A lot of the jobs we simply don’t have the skills for, or would be competing with our current jobs. Then I come across a posting we might be able to do. “Hey Jess, what about this? $500,000 for two girls from 18-25 to serve food at an exclusive party. It does require us to get naked, but assures that no one will even try to have sex with us or anything. It’s a one-time job, and we’ll be able to afford a car.”

“That sounds like an awful lot for just serving food at some party. I’d rather not work naked, but with that kind of cash…”

“Same here. I’ll send them an e-mail and ask when the party is.”

After sending the e-mail out, it takes about an hour to get a response. A few more e-mails and a couple pics later, we find out when and where to show up. When we arrive, it’s 4 hours before the party, as they need to train us a bit first. The first thing they had us do was to remove our clothes. This felt a bit embarrassing, but Jess didn’t seem to have any trouble with it. With her naked, I felt less awkward taking my clothes off.

After looking at our naked bodies, they decide that since I’ve got bigger tits, I will be the one to do something called “Nyotaimori”. I’ve never heard of it, but apparently rich people on the other side of the world, in Japan, do this all the time.