Chapter 2 - Nabiki

 Things were going better at the club than Nabiki could’ve ever dreamed of. As she stood at the bar looking in at the eager and drunk clients waiting to see Ranma’s performance, the young teen felt entirely in her element. One club, all for me. What a great thing that is. 

 Of course, there was still Warrick. But she could wrap that dumb foreigner around her pinky finger. All he truly cared about was Ranma, and at the end of the day, he would’ve given anything to keep her and have a life with her. In retrospect, that day when poor Ranma showed up was the turning point. Our family won’t have money problems ever again.

 As she leaned against the railing with a drink in hand, Ranma appeared downstairs with the fat man holding her from behind. He walked her ahead slowly, his huge black hands holding her by the waist, whispering into her ear. The tube top she wore was so fucking tight that it barely covered her big boobs, looking more like a belt than a proper outfit. What a cow! She really is made for this.

“Ran-ma!” they chanted. “Ran-ma!” There were already so many foreigners in the club that Nabiki started picking up words in other languages. The English she was familiar with from browsing porn, but here came the Chinese, the Russians, the Turks, all teaching her new words. 

 Of course, Nabiki found plenty of ways to make cash on the side. The fat man was already paying her handsomely for a full-time employment that he probably saw only a couple hours of a day, but Nabiki made ten times that selling these idiotic coomers spy photos and videos of their precious Ranma changing, showering, eating… even going to the bathroom. The redhead had no idea and Warrick couldn’t care less so long as the club stayed at a profit. 

 Let’s be honest, this is basically a Tendo business at this point. Nabiki might’ve been an entrepreneur, but she was not above making her father begging for scraps by working for her. That will be a nice change. And Kasumi? Well, she can just take care of the home. 

 As Ranma headed over to the stage to dance, Warrick made his way up to her. Lately, the old guy was trying to get closer to Nabiki. She couldn’t tell if it was simply his dick being too hungry to be satisfied with Ranma alone or if he was trying to get something out of her.

“How’s it going, little lady?” asked Warrick. He planted his massive body behind and enveloped her as he leaned against the railings. He was pressing close enough that she could feel his dick throbbing through his pants. On stage, Ranma began to sing.

“I’m fine,” said Nabiki. “What about you? Did Ranma not have time for you or something?”

“Oh, no, Ranma has plenty of time. No, I was just wondering how you were.” 

 As he breathed down her neck he became more insistent with his movements, rubbing his dick up and down her ass. His large dark hands grabbed hers and played with her fingers. 

“You know, I’ve been noticing you for some time now,” said Warrick. 

 Nabiki smiled. “You shouldn’t be noticing anything at all, really. You can’t just buy me.” 

“Who said I’m trying to buy you? I can see the way you look at Ranma.” 

“What?!” Nabiki tilted her head to look into his eyes and gave him a look. “You think I want her?”

“I think maybe you’re jealous of her. That thick body of hers.”

 Nabiki sighed with disinterest. “You’re a stupid pig, no offense. I have no interest in that.” 

 Warrick put an arm around her and let it move across her chest. Her own top was so thin that she could feel his hairy flesh grinding against her sensitive nipples. “We could upgrade everything.” 

 The frustrated Tendo shoved him off. “Enough. I don’t want any of that.”

“Nabiki! I’m joking! I’m joking.” He had done better of pretending not to be drunk at first, but now in his rush to speak he began to slur, the drink coming through. “You know, I like what we’ve built here. My friends like it too. I’m thinking maybe we take this to other towns. Imagine having a place just like this in another big city. Moscow. New York. You could pick. It’d be all yours.”

 All hers? Well, now the conversation was going somewhere. Nabiki crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. The red light of the stage only hit half her face, and when she opened her mouth to speak the loud crowd cheered at the sight of Ranma’s exposed boobs. Nabiki waited for them to quiet down and said, “Somewhere in southern Europe sounds better. I like the men, the weather, the food.” 

 Warrick waddled over and stroked her cheek with the back of his hairy hand. “Sure thing. Imagine, your own club in Rome. You can design it the entire way. Wouldn’t you like that?” 

“And all I have to do is fuck you?” That sounded way too easy.

“Fuck me? Oh, no, no, no… Nabiki! Do you take me for an animal? No, I need you to get me more girls. My friends and their friends love these killer Japanese femmes you’ve got. But I don’t want any of these washed-up thirty-year-old cows from the neighboring clubs. I want some fresh blood.” 

 Nabiki caught a glance of Ranma’s tits on the screen overlooking the bar. “Or fresh milk.”

 Warrick grinned wolfishly and put his fingers around the back of her neck. “That’s a good girl. You get it.” 

“I guess I do know girls from my school… and friends of friends…” Could she do that? Sell those girls out? Well, they’ll be getting paid. And more importantly, I’ll also be getting paid. 

“You know, I’ve been hearing you have quite the looker at home.” 

“Huh?” 

“A sister? Kasumi, is it?”

 Nabiki flicked at his arm in disgust, though it barely even moved. “She’s my sister.” 

“And from what I hear, she’s quite well-developed. Now, Ranma has been handling the club just fine. But she needs some downtime. I want her more to myself as well. Plus, the customers could use some off-nights to start getting excited to see her.” 

 Nabiki tried thinking about Kasumi coming to a place like this. Good-natured and motherly Kasumi, that wouldn’t even watch one of those censored scenes on TV. Of course, she probably had a dirty side she kept to herself. But is it really dirty enough for a place like this?

“I already gave you Ranma,” said Nabiki. “For not so much.” 

“Agreed. I’ll have to give you a bonus for that.” 

“If you really want my help, then there’s only one way you can get it. You’re going to have to get me something.” 

 Warrick became thoughtful. “A sports car, maybe? The profit for this month hasn’t come in yet, but if you w-”

“What would I do with a car? Only stupid men want to drive. Smart people have chauffeurs.” 

“Hell, girl, I’ll let you ride me if that’s what you want,” snapped Warrick, getting a little frustrated. “Just say what you want already.” 

 

 Warrick sat opposite of the mustachioed man as he counted his money. “I must say,” said Soun. “I wasn’t expecting such generosity. But I suppose you Americans aren’t that stingy.” 

 The Black man took a sip of his sake and tried to keep his emotions in check. He had spent a whole two weeks courting this guy, and thankfully it worked. Nabiki offered no explanation as to why she wanted to own her entire family home, but he could guess one.

“So, the deal is settled?” asked Warrick.

 Soun shrugged. “So long as you keep your word and let us live here, I don’t see why not. What’s it to me whose name is on a piece of paper? If you want to tell your rich American friends you own a dojo, sure, go ahead, I’ll vouch for you. I’ll even throw in some recordings of me practicing if you want.” He looked down at the stack of cash feeling woozy. “Man, this is a lot of money.” 

 Warrick could feel the tension leaving his body as Soun signed. “Enjoy your cash.” 

 The door slid open and Nabiki entered. “Is it over?”

“Go away!” her father yelled, putting his arms around his stack of cash. “You little fiend. You won’t give your father a back rub when the weather’s bad, but you expect my money now? Get a job!” 

 She came over and saw the signed contract and lifted her brows thoughtfully. “Well, you better get ready to get out of my house.” 

 Something snapped in him. “Your house?”

 Nabiki plucked the contract from Warrick and waved it in her father’s face. “He’s my friend, you stupid idiot! Even your damned lawyer is paid off. The house, the money, it’s all mine. Thanks for signing, though.” 

 As he sat there, Warrick was impressed by the ferocity the girl showed towards her father. Really, at first he wasn’t that into her given his preference for girls with breeding bodies, but her unforgiving personality was worth it. 

 The old man had already given up arguing and was begging her. “Please, Nabiki, you can’t throw me out, you can’t!”

 Pleased by seeing her father kissing her feet and pleading for mercy, she sighed. “I’ll consider it. Now scram! I need to talk to my friend.” 

 As Soun crawled away, Warrick sought her eyes. “He didn’t put up much of a fight.” 

“He’s spineless. Soon enough he’ll learn his place.” 

“Now you know what you’ve promised me…” 

“Tomorrow. You’ll get it then.” 

 Warrick was fine with that. As he got up and walked with Nabiki to leave the Tendo household, Kasumi crossed their paths. “Is something wrong with Father? He seems upset.” 

“He’s just figured out who the boss is around here, that’s all. By the way, this is my American friend I’ve told you about.” 

 From the look in those sweet eyes, Warrick could tell that the sister was intimidated by him. Whether it was his age, his size, his skin tone, or his Americanness, it was hard to tell, but he could see her wince as she reached to shake hands with him. The busty little slut was wearing a loose turtleneck, and the reserve and restraint in her movements immediately excited him. Was she really going to be his tomorrow? This traditional Japanese girl? They were probably rarer than ever nowadays. What a treat that would be. Though Nabiki hadn’t disappointed him so far…

 The Black man considered saying some nice words to her but Nabiki rushed him along. “Come on, come on! Time to go!” 





 The next day Warrick prepared to meet Kasumi properly. He purchased a new suit, put on perfume, and waited in his office at the club for Nabiki to deliver. Sure enough, he heard the knock and got goosebumps thinking at what was walking through his door. 

“Come on in.” 

 The two Tendo sisters entered together, the oldest following the youngest with a shamefully lowered head. “I told you my word is solid.” 

 Warrick could already feel his dick stir at the sight of Kasumi. She had come wearing a jacket that covered her entire torso, and for whatever reason the thought of her putting so much effort into hiding her bust only for him to expose it soon enough was driving him crazy. “How are things at home?” asked the American absentmindedly.

“Oh, they’re fine,” said Nabiki. “Anyway, I told my sister you wanted to have a word with her so I’ll just let you two talk.” 

 The money-grubbing little minx shoved her older sister forwards into the fire and quickly took off. Kasumi stood in front of Warrick’s desk and gulped. “Hello,” she said in English, sounding uncertain. 

“No need, you can just talk to me in Japanese. Go on, sit down. I think your sister might’ve told you that we’re interested in getting some help at this club.” 

 Blushing, Kasumi bobbed her head and took a seat. “Yes, she’s told me a bit.” 

 Just look at her, thought Warrick. Given how innocent she seemed, there were high chances this girl would be a complete virgin. She was absolutely perfect to be Ranma’s counterpart in the club with her more restrained and polite way. 

 He rose from his seat and casually waddled over to the door. He locked it, then made his way back to Kasumi. He wondered what exactly Nabiki told her she was coming here for. 

 His massive dark hands came down to rest on her shoulders. “You should take off that jacket. It’s real warm in here.”

“No, it’s fine. I probably won’t stay for too long…” 

 Warrick hooked his fingers under her armpits and lifted her. “I insist.” He unbuttoned the jacket, then took it off to see that she was wearing a turtleneck underneath. The thing was so tight over her body that he could see every part of the bra, even a hint of her belly button as it rose past it.  

 Kasumi reddened brightly and looked away, tugging the tiny blouse back down over her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’m undressed…” 

 Warrick tossed the jacket aside and put his hands around her waist. By this point, the older bull was quite unable to help himself or keep up any pretense. His dick was throbbing wildly in his loose pants and he had been so horny the entire morning that he even took off his shorts to let it free. Now, he could feel it lifting in the busty young girl’s direction.

“How big are these breasts? They’ve gotta be at least Es. At the very least.” 

“I don’t know…” she said quietly. “They’re way too big. I’m so ashamed of myself.” 

“Ashamed? You’re crazy. This is a blessing. Well, let me take a look at them. I’ll tell you what size they are. As it happens, I’m quite the expert in these things.” 

 There was no need for Kasumi to consent to his demand because his fingers were already at work unpeeling her top. Good traditional Japanese girl that Kasumi was, she allowed the much older Black American to do as he wished with her body, afraid of offending him in some way. 

 But Warrick only got a glimpse of her boobs as the top came off before she covered them up with her hands. Unlike Ranma whose entire body was relatively strong and tomboyish, this Kasumi had slender arms and even tinier forearms, pale and hairless, looking like porcelain. The slender nature of it all made her already huge breasts look positively obscene. “I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling too comfortable,” she whispered, saying it as an apology. 

“There’s no reason to feel uncomfortable. You should take pride in your body.”

“No…” 

“Yes!” Warrick insisted. He moved her arms away from her chest and held her arms together at the back. Now the succulent young breasts were right before him. Her bra was white and simple, and modest enough that the cups attempted to cover up everything. But not even a bra this modest did a good job of covering up these tits that appeared to be overflowing. 

 Warrick’s dark finger stroked one of the spots left open by the bra and watched her gasp and tremble. Her eyes were closed as if she were trying to teleport out by sheer willpower, lips twisted in agony. “You’re too cute to be that worked up,” he told her. “Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“I can’t…” 

“Just do as I tell you and I’ll let go of your arms, alright? Don’t be afraid. Nabiki must’ve told you, but I’m interested in finding some help for the club.” 

 Her eyes opened softly. “Help? But I’m no good…” 

“Sure you are! She said you practically keep that entire household up by yourself.”

 Not that it would matter much for the position he had in mind, but that clearly stroked her ego. Kasumi bobbed her head reluctantly. “I suppose that’s true.” 

“But you understand, given the nature of the establishment, I need to check every single one of the girls. And I need to make sure they can follow instructions. Any instruction.” 

“But I won’t do any of that stuff that Ranma does.” 

“That’s fine.” Warrick let go of her arms and smiled warmly. “Just take off that bra and give it to me. Go on.” 

 Still looking scared, she reached back and fumbled with the clasp of the bra with twitchy fingers. The moment it came undone she quickly spread her palms over the cups, trying to hold them in place.

“It’s fine,” Warrick said in an understanding tone, gently pulling her arms away. “Don’t worry. You’re safe here.” 

 Kasumi closed her eyes and let the bra fall. She straightened before him like some soldier, arms kept at the sides. The teen was shivering so badly that her young breasts were almost bouncing tantalizingly. 

 The Black bull felt hungry just from looking at them. They were such perfect young boobs.  Ranma’s breasts were bigger and rounder, but these ones were elegantly shaped and tapering towards the ends, with darker areolas surrounding long and perky nipples that faced upwards and to the sides. 

 Though there were already cameras in the room set up to record this wonderful moment, Warrick pulled up his phone and took a quiet shot of her breasts. Then he slid it back into his pocket and took her by the hands, teasing and denying himself the pleasure of touching those tits. There was no way a man his age should’ve had access to girls this young. Yet here they were to serve at his pleasure.

 Kasumi opened her bright, liquid eyes and met his.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked her. 

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “W-Why?”

“I can tell from your breasts.” 

“You can?” 

“Of course. They don’t have a man’s touch.”

“Oh.” 

“Don’t you know about that?” 

 She began to blush. “No?...” 

“Breasts this big left untouched become far too sensitive.” Warrick flicked one of his fingers across her nipples. Kasumi gasped and stumbled back, once again covering her breasts. “You see?” he said, grinning confidently. “The lack of attention has left your breasts ultra-sensitive. You must feel them weighing down all the time. And your nipples under your clothes.” 

 That was part guess, part suggestion. But Kasumi nodded. “I do.” 

 Warrick took another step towards her and she took one back. They continued that way until he cornered her, her back pressed against the espresso machine in the corner of his office. “Allow me to help you,” said the predatory bull.

“I d-d-don’t k-know,” stammered Kasumi, entirely at a loss. 

 There was no turning back now. 

 Plus, Warrick couldn’t hold it in any longer. 

 His cock was about to explode if he did nothing.

 The American kissed her on the face in a frenzied rush and put his arms to the side of her body to keep her from going anywhere. Kasumi cried and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but there was nowhere to go. His tongue had made its way into her mouth and he could feel her contending with it. 

 Unlike Ranma, who was really only pretending to resist, this one was genuinely resisting. Ironically, she was also much weaker than Ranma, which made her real resistance pitiful by comparison to Ranma’s fake one. 

 Warrick had taken control of her mouth in moments, and Kasumi seemed so overwhelmed by what was happening that she had no idea how to respond. He watched her horrified eyes widen as he stroked her tongue with his and then slurped hers into his mouth, sucking on it like a candy as his hungry black fingers began to move over her tender white body. 

 A single tear welled in her eye and began to fall down her cheek. That’s right, thought Warrick, I’m robbing you of your innocence forever. Her poor father must have been devastated. First Warrick bought his property under false pretenses and handed it to Nabiki, and now he was stealing his one good and innocent daughter. The precious cherry he had raised for nearly twenty-years would be plucked by a greater man at a whim. 

 Warrick licked her tear and laughed darkly, then immediately brought his drooling mouth down and ran his lips and tongue over her innocent tits. He could hear her sobbing, but that only made it better. A few months ago he might have fantasized about doing a thing like this but nothing more. But ever since he had given up his old job and moved here to be with Ranma, he was beginning to unleash a beast within him that had always remained chained up. It wasn’t that he was reverting back to his younger self. He was simply becoming the sex-crazed pervert he was always terrified of being. 

“Mmmm,” he told her with a pleased look on his face as he tasted her nipple. “These are superb virgin nipples. Like sweet candy.” He flicked one with his tongue and robbed it between his lips.

“No!” Kasumi sobbed. “Please… You can’t!...” 

“I can.” He linked his fingers with hers in a perverse move of romanticism and bit down on her nipple hard, hearing her scream from the pain. They really were sensitive nipples. He was only bullshitting her before, but maybe she was in genuine need of help. 

 No matter how loud she became though, no one would come to help her. To begin with, all these private rooms were soundproof. More importantly, his employees knew whose generosity kept them working at nearly double the pay they’d be making at a normal club owned by a Japanese. After all, those men wanted profits. What Warrick wanted was unbridled fun. 

 He traced his tongue up between her breasts and to her neck, then once more kissed and licked the tears from her face. “What’s wrong? Calm down. If you want to work here, you need to be broken in a little.”

“I don’t want to work here!” she said in an indignant tone.

 Warrick giggled. “That’s really too bad.” 

 He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, then brought her over to the desk and placed her on top. He lowered the denim to reveal her plump ass and pristine white panties, then pulled her pants off as she wiggled. 

 The panties he pulled all the way up, stretching the cotton until it went between her young pussy lips. Kasumi gasped and trembled on the desk, sniffling. God, but the clients would love to see this. Warrick was recording their first time for his own sake, but this would make a great advertisement for Kasumi and the club. All he needed to do was specify that it was acted and it would be solved. 

 He brought the tips of his fingers down and stroked her wet pussy lips. Each time he touched her, she jumped fearfully. “Is that good?”

“Nooooh,” Kasumi mewled. “Stop…” 

“Don’t you know how things work at this club?” He raised his eyes and looked to the camera as if performing an ad. “Unlike other places, here it’s the client’s satisfaction that comes first! No rules! Only your pleasure!” 

“What are you talking abouuut?!” Kasumi cried. 

 Poor girl. She couldn’t have known what he and Nabiki had planned for her. Maybe that little shit had a point. Where would I be without her? It was because of her that this whole thing started. 

 And even though he had Kasumi right in front of him to fuck, Warrick oddly started thinking about her younger, far less voluptuous sister. 

 Still, he took off Kasumi’s panties and spread her pussy wide, watching the tender lips part to reveal the pink and glistening insides of her virgin pussy. Nothing could be sweeter than the first time with a girl like this. 

 He dropped his pants and took out his dick, then dropped it on top of her ass, grinding the aged veiny black shaft back and forth against her shimmering alabaster skin. At this point that would’ve been enough to make him come, especially with her sobs and mewling filling the air. But he gripped the cock and rubbed the head against her pussy. “Are you ready?”

“Please!” Kasumi begged. She raised her head to look him in the eyes. “Please don’t, I’ve never done it before.” 

“I know,” said Warrick, still grinning. “That’s why it’s called breaking it in.” 

 As soon as he began to push he immediately needed to hold her down. She was just struggling so damn much! Thankfully, her pussy offered no resistance at all. Despite its tightness, it immediately surrendered to his dick and sucked him in, its moist interior stretching to make room for the big black cock.

 Warrick dropped his weight on top of her and kissed her on the mouth. “Oh, that’s so good,” he told her, this time in English. 

 He had teased her for so long that he had practically teased himself too. He put a hand around her neck and then began to fuck her slowly but steadily, ramming his dick further up into her as she cooed weakly and trembled. 

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked her. “Say it in English. I want to hear it.”

“I like it,” said Kasumi in awkward English. 

“Nice and tight little virgin pussy.” He kissed her neck, tasting her flawless skin and suffusing his nostrils with the smell of her perfume as his dick did all the work. Her pussy was so uncontrollably wet that going in and out was an easy pleasure, the juices overflowing enough to leave a pool between her thighs. 

 How long has this girl been waiting to get fucked? he asked himself.

 He thought of coming inside of her but thought that he could reward her for her good performance this first time in another way. He pulled out and came around to her face, then put a hand down on her cheek to hold her flat against the desk as he stroked himself with the other. 

 Locking eyes with her, he grinned and brought the pulsating tip of his cock to her lips. “Open up. Open up!” he ordered harshly, feeling on edge. 

 Kasumi opened her mouth like a good little girl and his seed immediately shot into it. One thick rope followed after another, striking not only her lips but the upper part of her face and even her hair. It went everywhere, till by then the cum was simultaneously oozing out of her mouth and dripping down one of her eyebrows. 

“You look wonderful like that.” 

 

 Warrick walked around the club with a drink in hand as the pop song reached a crescendo. The lights were all focused on Ranma who moved smoothly on stage, while the clients tossed rancoins at her. The new currency was the idea of Nabiki. Of course, it had no real value outside of the club, but it forced the poor idiots to buy it in bulk. Even if all they wanted was to throw a few hundred yen at her, the minimum to purchase was twenty thousand yen. 

 He found Nabiki in the newly opened VIP section of the club sitting at one of the tables with her sister. Kasumi now wore short shorts with thigh high socks and a shoulderless black top. A few parts of her hair had been highlighted with blue, and she was currently coming in on the daily to observe the shows and take lessons from her dancing instructor. 

 Despite her beauty, her body did not have the same natural flow like Ranma’s. Warrick had decided to give her another month. If that wouldn’t work, then maybe she would fulfill a more direct role. 

“How are you two girls doing?” 

 The middle-aged man sat down next to Nabiki. He was still thinking about the little slut, though he wasn’t sure how to approach her. Every time they saw each other and he made a move she eluded his grasp. 

“We’re fine,” said Nabiki. “Talking about Kasumi’s image problems.”

“I don’t want to be a demon…” said Kasumi.

“But you’d make a wonderful demon!” Nabiki insisted. “You can do that low-pitch mommy voice just fine, too.” 

“Still…” 

 Warrick eyed Kasumi. “What do you want to be?”

“I figured I could just be myself.”

“What about a lolita schoolgirl?”

“I like uniforms too, I could be a police officer.”

“Nobody comes here to see a cop!” Nabiki yelled. “Are you stupid? They’re here to see colorful underage-looking outfits, bunny girls, sweet maids, shy school girls, goth vampires, and all that other crap. Men are like animals.” 

 Seeing her all worked up was making his heart race. Looking under the table, Warrick got a look at Nabiki’s pale legs coming out of her shorts. He put a hand down on her thigh, but she quickly got up and moved away. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“There are people for that!” he shot back. But she was walking off. 

 Kasumi was staring at the stage and Ranma teasing the audience. “I’ll never be that good.” 

 At least she had accepted that this is what she would do now. It took less than a week of her getting fucked by him every day and reminded that this was her future for her to accept it. 

“Kasumi,” said Warrick. “Get under the table.”

“Huh?” 

“Go on.” 

 She gave him a look to see if it was a joke, then got under it. Warrick unzipped his pants and took out his big black cock. He no longer needed to say anything or even to touch her. A moment later, he could feel her lips against his cock and looked down to see her nursing the fat head at the end of his dick as her hands worked the shaft. 

 Nabiki returned with a drink and attempted to sit down, but he pulled her into his lap. A bit of the drink spilled down onto Kasumi, who reacted, but went on sucking obediently. 

“What do you want from me, fat man?” she asked Warrick.

 He pulled on the strap of her top. “How about I take the Tendo sisters out for the night?”

“How about you spend some time with Ranma? Have you forgotten her?”

“She said that?!” he asked, worried. Of course, he loved his Ranma. Looking over at the stage, he felt quite guilty at the possibility of her feeling forgotten.

“No, I doubt she would care. She doesn’t even like you.” 

“That’s a lie.”

 Nabiki smirked. “Is it?” 

 He felt annoyed enough to say, “One day, I’m going to fill that dirty mouth up with my dick.” 

 The entrepreneurial slut put a hand on his shoulder. “Then you better come into a lot more money. By the way, I’m still waiting on that club of mine.” 

“How about a kiss?” 

“I’ll give you one if you leave me alone for a week.”

“Such cruelty.” 

“Take it or leave it.” 

 As the crowd applauded Ranma, he leaned in and planted his lips against Nabiki’s. It was at the same time as Kasumi was massaging his balls and deepthroating him, so that the intensity of it all made him come. 

 Nabiki slid off without a sound and went on her way. Kasumi kept the dick inside her mouth as he taught her, snorting back the cum that threatened to leave her nose. Not a drop lost. 

 By the time she came back up, his dick was spotless. “Did I do well?”

“You’re surprisingly better at pleasuring men than you are at dancing. Your father raised a natural.”

 In her usual good-natured manner, Kasumi smiled dumbly.  







“Stop worrying, I promise, you’ll have a good time,” said Warrick. 

 Ranma sat next to him in the car pouting. “I don’t want to meet anymore of your stupid friends.” 

 The middle-aged American felt confident she would change her mind after she saw the small gathering he had planned for her. He was starting to feel guilty about all the time he had accorded Kasumi and wanted to make it up to her. And though Ranma insisted she was actually happy with seeing less of him, he knew that wasn’t true. Of course, it couldn’t be true. The two loved each other. 

 As she sat next to him in the car in her low cut red dress, Warrick reached over and put a firm hand on her thigh. As their eyes connected, he grinned and she blushed. “Soon enough we’re going to have to go see your father. I want to give him the good news that his daughter is getting married.” 

 In her mind, Ranma could only imagine what a shitshow that would be. Genma would undoubtedly shout his voice hoarse. To him Ranma was a disappointing failure of a son, but still a son. I don’t think he could accept this as the new me… 

 The last time Ranma had turned back into her original self was over a week ago. She had done it thinking that she could get some training and go around town, but it felt… strangely wrong. She had become so used now to being a girl that everything about turning back was odd. She missed the plump softness of her feminine body, the thick red locks, the cuddly bosom, and the way people looked at her… 

 As embarrassing as humiliating as it could be at times to be looked at only as a juicy pair of thighs and bouncy boobs, it was better than being entirely ignored. Maybe one day when she was older she could switch back. But for now…

“Here we are!” Warrick announced. He got out of the car and pointed towards the indistinct apartment building. Ranma narrowed her eyes. “What’s here?” 

 He took her by the hand. “Why don’t we go together and see?”

 Warrick hadn’t seen his real life buddies in some time, so offering them a trip to Japan felt natural. As he entered the apartment with his girlfriend, four of the guys were already there, laughing as they checked out some local TV show. “Gentlemen,” said Warrick. 

 The four Black guys around the living room immediately sat up and looked at Ranma. “Holy shit,” one of them said. “She really looks like in the pictures.”

“I told you she does.” 

 He stepped aside as his friends came over to say hello to Ranma. They immediately started touching her up, teasing her big boobs and gripping her plump butt. “How much is this at your club?” 

 All the talk in English left Ranma a little confused. Warrick had been trying to get her to improve her skills, but the accents were probably enough to throw her off. She just looked up at them wide-eyed as they played with her body.

“These are my friends,” he explained in Japanese. “Old friends. I was thinking we could all spend some time together. You’d be up for that, wouldn’t you?” 

 His friends didn’t seem to need much of a push in that regard. They were already undressing her and moving their black hands across her pale body. Warrick had always enjoyed the contrast between the two of them, so seeing her in a full Black gangbang for the first time would be a thrill. He had wanted to save that for their first trip to America; alas, with how busy poor Ranma’s schedule was, that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. 

 Warrick went himself to get a beer out of the fridge. He turned the blinds in the apartment and locked the doors as well. He sat down next to the guys on the sofa as a nearly-naked Ranma kept getting passed around from one lap to another. “Come on, why don’t you show my friends what you can do?”

 Looking at the huge dark guys in front of her, Ranma could guess with ease what he wanted. Just like she did with Warrick, she dropped down to her knees and took the first guy’s dick out, amazed to see that his big black cock was immense even for both her hands, just as it had been with every Black guy that her old boyfriend made her fuck. 

 They’re just so much bigger, thought Ranma, getting horny just from looking at it and stroking it. At this point she had sucked enough cock that her movements came to her naturally. At the club for the best paying customers, it took her less than thirty seconds to get a guy going with a good paizuri. And though these guys were huge, they proved to be just as weak to her effects.

“God, what have you been feeding this girl?” 

  Warrick watched his little red star going from one to the other, sucking them off in turn. When his own turn finally came, Warrick slapped her gently and told her to put on a show for them. Ranma rose and began to sway her body, taking off her clothing while the hyped up guys were slapping her hands together and mumbling a discordant tune in jest. 

 One of them took a sip of his beer, then got pulled up by Ranma. She took off his clothes entirely, leaving him completely naked, then did the same with the others. By the time it got to Warrick, the busty Japanese redhead was surrounded by five dark-skinned bulls with hanging bellies and gnarled old monster cocks grinding against her. 

 Whatever she may have said now or back at home, Warrick could tell that the little slut enjoyed every moment of it. Being a young and curvy teen of breeding age surrounded by fat old monsters desperate to have her. She may have been able to feign denial at the start, but after a while things got heated enough that her enjoyment was plainly written on her face. 

 Warrick gave way to the other four who were competing to see who could get inside of her first. One of them tossed her on the bed and got behind her, groaning loudly as he put his dick into her as Ranma’s mouth was filled by another. Another was rubbing his dick with amusement against Ranma’s cheek while the fourth grabbed one of her massive tits and used it as a toy to pleasure himself and fuck into. 

 Ranma existed to make men like this happy, but it was even better to see her pleasuring big black cock. A plump young body like that was primarily made for one thing. “Surprised you haven’t put a baby inside of her yet,” one of his friends said.

“Oh, I intend to,” said Warrick. “Soon enough.” 

 He got himself another beer and just watched the fucking as it unfolded, hearing the cooes and moans of pleasure of his little Ranma as the four middle-aged bulls had their way with her. They fucked her tits, her asscheeks, her ass proper, her pussy, her mouth, and by the end left her in a totally disheveled and messy state. 

 They all decided out of respect for Warrick to come on her face, and there was so much of their seed dripping down that it covered most of it and even came down to her tits. Even Ranma, despite her usually solid performance with clients, seemed exhausted. 

 Warrick, though, kept thinking about his friend’s words. Why not put a baby in her now? It would be better to do it while she was still young. Or maybe even several babies. After all, wasn’t starting a new life what this was all about?

 He went to the redhead and gently took her up in his arms. “Come on, let’s get you washed up.” 

 Ranma shook her head. “No…” 

 The apartment bathroom was so cramped there was barely room for the two of them together, but Warrick forced himself into the shower with her. “Did you like getting fucked by all my friends?” 

 Ranma blushed and finally shot him a look. “No~” she denied, but her voice told the truth of it. 

 Warrick laughed and spanked her ass. “I know you did. That’s fine. If I can sleep with other women, you can sleep with other men. After all, proper love transcends all those things.” 

 The redhead struggled in the tiny constraints of the shower till she could get a hit on his face. “I don’t love you, baka.” 

 Warrick wanted to give her a kiss, but the wave of cum washing off her face was just too much. He turned on the shower and immediately got hit by the icy water. Both of them yelped, and he quickly turned it the other way. “Jesus, this is cold.” He knew that Ranma only showered cold, but this was too much even for her. 

 As the water slowly warmed up, he turned her around and moved his hands from her stomach all the way up to her soft breasts. “I’m thinking of putting a baby inside of you today.”

“W-What?” Ranma stammered. “You can’t. I’m on the pill…” 

“Then starting today,” he corrected. “Stop taking it.” 

 She still hesitated, but Warrick forced his way into her and gripped her body in the tight space. As the icy water slowly warmed to cold, he began to move in and out of her, the warmth of her pussy enough to make everything feel sweet and hot. 

“The water is getting too warm!” 

 Ranma tried to reach for the knob, but Warrick quickly put her hand behind her body. To teach her a lesson, he took out his cock and brought it up into her ass. “Did I tell you to switch the water?”

“Please!” Ranma insisted. “It’s to-ahh~” 

 Warrick slammed his big black cock into her ass with all his force and squished her tits and face against the glass. He giggled to see how helpless she could be. “I’ve been letting you get away with too much lately. You’ve forgotten who belongs to whom.” 

 The bull started to fuck her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her pussy with a satisfying sound as his dick made its way through her ass. Her friends had already done a good enough job of stretching her loose for the day, and there the unpleasant tightness he sometimes had to fight against was gone, replaced instead by the comfortable squeeze of her young butt. 

“If you don’t want any cum going into your womb, then I’ll make sure I destroy this ass. You hear me? I’ll make you beg for pregnancy tomorrow.” 

“The water…” she kept saying. 

 The cold water was getting lukewarm. Warrick thought of turning it back to cold, and likely would’ve done it if not for her little outburst. Now he just wanted to give her a show of strength. 

 He closed his eyes and squeezed her like a meatplushie as he took her ass, listening to her squeal and moans in his ear. He would splinter that teenage ass until she wept every time she sat down. 

 As the water got warmer, however, his hands went up to find her breasts and he could no longer find them. As his dark eyes opened, the normal red hair was also gone and replaced with black. Somehow, she had done her trick as before. But how? He had never really asked any questions, but to do it in the shower like this was…

“Ranma?” he asked.

 She still moaned, but her feminine voice from before sounded a lot more gruff. As the black hands moved over her torso, they went all the way down to her pussy and suddenly felt a stiff little thing there instead.

“What the fuck!” screamed Warrick.

“I told you,” said a boyish sounding Ranma. “The water…” 

 Somehow she had made herself turn into a guy? No, this had to be some trick. It had to be. Warrick slammed into her against, even harder than before, enough to lift up her body and impale her on his dick. “Turn yourself back!” 

“The water!” Ranma said. “The water!”

“Forget the damned water, just do as I say!” 

 Since she refused to relent, so did Warrick. He assfucked her violently from behind, going at it till Ranma could no longer stand on her legs and began to slide down the shower.

“Where’s that little pussy, huh?” asked Warrick. He reached down to feel it but found that tiny little pecker. It was almost like an extended clit, and he guessed that must’ve been a part of her trick somehow. “You’ve gotta show me how you do this.” 

 He rubbed the clitty as he fucked her ass, squeezing it between his strong black fingers till Ranma began to whimper and sob in her boyish voice. Warrick turned off the water to better hear those pained moans and relished them with every single thrust. “You thought you could get me to stop? Your poor little thing.” 

 He fucked her hard enough to leave her a sobbing mess, then let go and stepped out of the shower. Ranma, now looking like a boy, collapsed down to her knees. Warrick could see that the little clitty between her legs had spilled from what he did to it. 

“Learned your lesson, I hope.” 





 Warrick lay back in bed as both his young darlings took care of his dick. The bull had spent the last two days trying to get Ranma comfortable around Kasumi in bed and vice versa, like some owner trying to tolerate an old cat to play with a new dog. As he suspected, in spite of his words Ranma acted quite jealous, though he was sincere about her always coming first. Kasumi would just be there for added fun. 

 As he lay back on the bed, Warrick could see both of them pressing their tits together to pillow his massive cock as they nuzzled at the head of his dick. He had a hand on each of them, gently caressing their heads with his strong black fingers as he motivated them to carry on. “You’re both such good girls,” Warrick whispered. “Really good girls.” 

 Ranma raised her eyes towards him as if she meant to reply, but she was too committed to lapping up every drop of his potent seed to waste even a second on anything else. He still wondered how she had managed that change into a guy the other day. But the redhead didn’t want to talk about it - probably for the best. 

 Though he had two of the hottest and bustiest teens in Japan worshiping his big black cock, Warrick still thought of Kasumi’s younger sister. For whatever reason, Nabiki began to pop randomly into his mind. She had been so forgettable at first. In truth, she was no different than many other girls with unremarkable looks that he had fucked and never thought of again. But the fact that she played so hard to get made her oddly irresistible. The Black stud wondered if beneath that cool demeanor there was an experienced slut or some scared little girl putting up a scary facade. 

 Though Kasumi and Ranma’s wet tongues were both rolling around the throbbing head of his dick, the bull closed his eyes and began to think of Nabiki. Of closing the door to his office and breaking her in the same way he had done with her sister. He could feel himself starting to come and pressed the two teen’s faces together, forcing them to have a threeway kiss along with his cock.

 He came just at the mere thought of ripping Nabiki’s clothing and exposing her small breasts. As he opened his eyes, Ranma and Kasumi were making out intensely, sharing the thick load of cum between them as their sweaty breasts massaged one another. 

“That was good,” Warrick told them. The two were so busy kissing one another that they barely paid attention. “Come on now, stop fooling around. Don’t forget you’ve gotta get ready. You start in an hour.” 

 Ranma’s eyes flickered open and full of anger. “Shut up already! How would you like to perform?!” 

 The Black man saw bit of cum dripping down her tit and scooped it up on his finger, then force fed it to Kasumi instead, whose lips quickly wrapped around his finger and sucked obediently. “I did just perform, didn’t I?”

 Ranma took Kasumi over so they could shower. In the meantime, he got off the bed and got dressed slowly, feeling hopeful about how the night would go. For sure, these guys would all love Kasumi. They loved Ranma. 

 He went out into the club and saw that many were already gathered and drank as they waited for the show to start. Nabiki was leaning against the railing of the VIP section, watching everything unfold with a drink in hand and watchful eyes that checked every worker in the club. You’d think she’s the one running the place.

 Warrick went and slid behind her again. “Feeling good about tonight?”

 Nabiki shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? Kasumi’s been practicing. Plus, I have a feeling these guys don’t care too much about dancing skills.” 

 He pressed his cock against her perky little ass and felt it harden again. “I’m glad.” 

 Nabiki took a sip from her drink and slowly turned around. She jumped up on the railing and sat on it, looking confident despite the ten foot drop below. “You still won’t leave me alone?”

 His black fingers came down to her pale thighs. “There’s an easy way to make it stop. Just let me have a taste. Isn’t that a lot easier than going through all of this?” 

“Maybe for you. Personally, I like to see men squirm and suffer.” 

“Oh, so you’re doing this so I suffer?” 

“Of course. That’s how I can get the most out of you.” 

 Warrick gave her a look. “Don’t you think those sorts of motivations should be kept hidden?” 

“Why don’t you just give the club over to me?”

 Now that was crazy. “What?” 

“Come on, come on. Forget getting me a club abroad. This is already here. You’re old. You don’t have the energy to run it. Just give it over to me and spend your energy doing what you love.”

“I put money into this thing.”

“Oh, you can take the money. I don’t care.” Nabiki smirked. “I just like to be in charge.” 

 The clients got rowdy as Ranma walked out and announced Kasumi’s entrance to the stage. She came in wearing the same sort of bunny suit as Ranma, blushing intensely under the gaze of so many men. One reached up to smack her on the ass which caused her to dash forwards and apologize, “Sorry, but you can’t do that!” causing plenty of laughter from the crowd.

 Warrick could only look at Nabiki. Even as the two started their performance on the stage, he put a finger under the youngest Tendo’s face and lifted it up. “I’m going to fuck you right now,” he said decisively. “And tomorrow you’re going to go on stage with the rest of them.” 

 Nabiki blinked twice in rapid succession. “What?” 

 The middle-aged bull grabbed her by the neck hard and leaned her across the railing. Had he let go, she would have fallen into the tables below. “You forget that you work for me. You want this club? Then you better earn it. Starting with tonight.” 

 He wasn’t going to let this little girl walk all over him. I’m not some lovestruck teenager anymore. After all, Ranma was hot enough to keep the club running even without all of Nabiki’s shenanigans. 

 Warrick pulled Nabiki back towards him and turned her around. He slammed her small body against the railing, then whispered into her ear. “Take the shorts off. Nice and slow. Grind against me as you do it.” 

 His eyes were focused on Ranma and Kasumi grinding against one another to the rhythm of the music as guys threw waves of yen at them. Nabiki still wasn’t moving and despite the intensity of the crowd, Warrick could almost hear the intensity of her considerations.

 But then, slowly but surely, she began to sway her petite ass against him, keeping her head down in shame so not to meet his eyes. Her fingers undid the buttons of the shorts and let them fall off, exposing the surprisingly ordinary white panties underneath. 

 It was dark enough that others behind them couldn’t see much, especially not with Warrick’s huge body covering them up. He quickly took out his rock hard dick and slipped it inside of her panties, taking a few glorious moments just to let his huge dick rub against her little cheeks. “You’re going to take that whole thing in,” he whispered. 

 Ranma and Kasumi were dancing and playing dumb games that got them to bend over in front of the audience. Admittedly, Kasumi still wasn’t much of a dancer. But she played the role of the dimwit that exposed her body by accident so well that Warrick could feel her becoming a crowd favorite. He even noticed one of the guards intervening when a client wanted to “help her” and get on stage along the two. 

 Warrick positioned the head of his big black cock against Nabiki’s tight pussy and advanced into her as he smelled her hair. “Don’t struggle. It will hurt less that way.” 

 For what it was worth, she wasn’t putting much of a struggle at all. Warrick let his hand wander all over her body but he brought it back down to feel her slippery clitty. She was starting to pant as he went in and out of her, and the tightness of her pussy was increasing instead of relaxing.

“Didn’t I tell you to take it easy?”

“Just finish already!” she spat. 

“If that’s what you want.”  

 Warrick was such a giant compared to her that he could put a single hand across more than half her waist. Holding her tightly, he slammed into her with practiced thrusts, his eyes looking at Ranma’s jiggling boobs on stage. One of the waitresses walked up and saw what was happening, but she smiled politely and averted her eyes. 

“All of these girls know their place,” he told Nabiki. “All except you.” 

“Go to hell,” she spat.

 So she wasn’t going to be nice, still. “You’re like a worse Ranma.” 

“No, I’m like a better one. That’s why you want to fuck me so much.” 

 Her head turned around and their eyes met. Despite their harsh words, he could feel the intensity in their locked gazes and kissed her. Nabiki kissed him back and turned to face him. The cock went out, but she began to stroke it instead, both her small white hands working him so expertly in the darkness that it was almost better than fucking her. 

 Warrick squeezed her against his chest in an almost fatherly gesture and kissed the top of her head. “Just like that,” he told her, reaching down to cup a feel of that nice perky teen ass. “Just like that.” 

 Her touch was making him so horny that Warrick felt a little dizzy. His gaze became unfocused as he stared at Ranma and Kasumi’s bunny outfits, getting fuzzy until he could feel himself coming. He did so with a low grunt, coming all over her hands. Nabiki raised her eyes and smirked. “That’s so fast. I thought you were some tough guy.” 

“You’ve tricked me.” All she did was use her hands. “You little bitch.” 

 She stared into his eyes as she licked the cum off her fingers. “I’m way too tight for you, sorry. You’re going to have to hit the gym and get some practice before you can handle that.” 

“Wanna bet?” 

 The little Tendo hit him with a sudden punch in the chest and sent him tottering backwards. His was still out and his pants were falling. Embarrassment got the better of him as he risked being seen by others in the area. 

 Nabiki smiled. “Go settle at a table. I’ll get us some drinks.” 

 The middle-aged man did as he was told. Though he hadn’t gotten exactly what he wanted, he felt much better than he did before. At least one mystery was solved. Despite her tightness, she was definitely good with her hands. That takes a lot of practice. So she either took the time to watch countless videos and practice on dildos or did the real thing plenty. 

 The teen with returned with two drinks and slipped next to him. “You know, your cock isn’t that bad for an old fat guy.” 

“Is that right?” 

 Nabiki put her hand down on his pants and felt his dick through them. She bit her lip. “I guess maybe I have been a bit too negative towards him. I mean, you’re shit, that’s for sure, but that nice dick doesn’t deserve the same treatment.” 

 Warrick grinned. “I’m sure he’s honored.” 

 As Ranma’s part came to an end, she left the stage and left Kasumi by herself to do a Q&A with the audience. “Maybe I will go on stage,” said Nabiki. “For the hell of it.”

“You don’t have to. I was just joking.” 

“I know. But I’m saying I want to.” 

 Warrick wasn’t sure any of this was sincere. But it didn’t matter. As she sipped more of her drink, her hand stroked him back to full hardness. Nabiki got close enough for him to put an arm around her and took his dick out, gently playing with it. 

 Ranma came up in the VIP section wearing normal clothes and sat down next to them. “Kasumi went well I th-” 

 She stopped talking as she noticed Nabiki. “Go on,” said Warrick. 

“It went… well…” Was that look in her eye jealousy? I know she has feelings for me. Why do I keep doubting it? 

“I have good news, Ranma,” said Nabiki. “I don’t think you’ll need to fuck the old man much anymore. He’s kinda lost interest in you and I’ve just gained interest in his dick. I think you can return to the house now. I’ll cover this.”

“Huh?...” Ranma appeared stunned. She opened her eyes wider and searched Warrick’s for an answer. 

 This was a naughty game Nabiki was playing, but he decided to play along. “She’s the boss, Ranma. Whatever she says.”

“No, she’s not!” Ranma spat. “I hate her! She shouldn’t even be here! She doesn’t do anything but steal money from everyone.” 

“Just my cut.” 

 Ranma grabbed Warrick’s glass and tried to throw a drink in her face but it was empty. Frustrated, she slammed it back down and sat up. “This is my club! Mine! And this fat ugly idiot is mine too.” 

“Doesn’t sound like it,” said Nabiki. 

 Ranma turned around and walked away fuming. 

 As Warrick watched her storm off, he asked Nabiki, “What was that for?”

“I’ve just given you a night of great angry sex.” She dropped his dick away and stood up. “Thank me later, partner.”

“Partner?” he asked. 

“Of course. We are partners, aren’t we? Just two business-loving, club-owning entrepreneurs.”

“I don’t remember there being partners. Except my foreign partners.”

“Well, too bad. I am your partner now. See you tomorrow.” 

 As she took off, Warrick could hear Kasumi answering another question on stage. “My favorite type of cat? Oh, I don’t know, I love them all…” 

 All she had to do was talk and these idiots loved her anyway. What a life.

