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Yoshibia
by Philip Harris
Chapter 1. Enjo Kosai.
Young girls in Japan now face social pressures to acquire
belongings that are significantly beyond their ability to
afford. This results in the fairly recent practice of enjo
kosai, or "dating for assistance," where high school girls,
and even younger girls, have boyfriends who are grown men,
sometimes even middle aged men.
In return for gifts such as cell phones and clothing the
girls spend time socializing with their benefactors,
usually in private. They are expected to fulfill their
benefactors' needs for intimate companionship, including
conversation and adoration, and sex.
When sixteen-year-old Yoshibia saw her best friend Teicara
wearing new, very expensive clothes, she realized becoming
an enjo kosai girl was her only option for remaining in her
social set. Teicara had "stood on the corner" only a week
ago, after their friends Hoi and Shosho had done it two
weeks before that. Now Teicara was already dressed like a
princess, and she had plenty of new electronic toys: music
and cameras and a small TV.
Having made up her mind to do it too, Yoshi took her finest
clothes from her closet to select from. All rags, she
thought, compared with Teicara's fine new garments. Yoshi
first selected the pretty blue dress she'd worn to last
year's school dance, but then decided that something with a
short skirt might be better. Should she wear underwear,
she wondered? Yoshi didn't know; she had no experience
with boys below her waist.
Yoshi dressed herself in white cotton bra and panties,
shiny black shoes, and a short plaid skirt, along with her
most see-through white blouse. These were not her best
clothes.
"Don't wear your good clothes when you go to meet a
boyfriend," Teicara had advised. "Look poor, then he will
buy you more things."
Looking in the mirror she was disappointed that her blouse
could hardly be seen through at all. She wished that she
had underwear that would show--scarlet underwear perhaps--
but her mother would never permit that in her underwear
drawer.
It was a long ride on the bus to the far side of town, to
the street that was popular for girls in Yoshi's
neighborhood to go to offer themselves for enjo kosai.
This was a street where it was unlikely that they'd be
recognized. How long would she have to wait, Yoshi
wondered? Teicara had said that she found a boyfriend in
only half an hour--but Teicara was prettier than Yoshi, in
Yoshi's opinion.
"Go along. Go back home. Go back to your mother," a
policeman yelled to Yoshi. She'd been standing on the
street for an hour when the police car pulled up. Yoshi
said nothing. She turned her face away from him and folded
her arms beneath her small breasts, indicating with teenage
stubbornness that she had no interest in his authority or
in anything that he had to say. After only a minute he
drove away.
She squinted her eyes and looked up and down the street.
She saw three other girls, none of whom she recognized.
They all looked pretty.
The girl nearest to Yoshi, but one, had a shorter skirt
than the others and she wore only a tube top. Her breasts
were more developed than the other girls' too.
Yoshi knew that all of these girls were new to enjo kosai,
like her. If they had boyfriends to meet then they would
have cell phones, and would not be kept waiting.
A car pulled up to the curbside near the tube top girl and
she leaned in the open window to talk with the driver.
Yoshi knew that by leaning in, the girl was showing the
driver the chest she had to offer.
Yoshi unbuttoned another button on her blouse, but then
buttoned it again after a minute. The tube top girl got
into the car and rode off. Had she been waiting less time
than Yoshi had? Yoshi couldn't remember.
After two hours of standing on the street Yoshi felt like
crying. Two more girls had gotten into cars, but new girls
had arrived and so now there where five girls on the street
in addition to Yoshi. They were all dressed "older" than
Yoshi was, more like young women than young girls. She
would go home when the next bus came, she decided.
A taxi pulled up in front of Yoshi and the taxi driver
called to her, "Come here."
A taxi! That would never do. Yoshi wanted a boyfriend who
was wealthy and owned a fine car.
"Come here, he wants you," the taxi driver called again.
Yoshi walked up to the back of the taxi, where the window
opened. She stood upright, not thinking to lean into the
car as the tube top girl had done.
"Hello, do you understand English?" the man in the back of
the taxi asked Yoshi. He was handsome and well dressed.
His smile was warm and confident. He's an American, Yoshi
realized, and not a serviceman because he's not in uniform.
"Yes, I speak a little English," Yoshi answered him. Her
English was good, but she'd only used it in school. She
was smiling, not because she was trying to look unafraid,
but simply because Yoshi had been raised to always smile
when speaking with someone.
"Please get in," the American said, stepping out of the
taxi and holding the door open for her.
Yoshi's courage suddenly quailed. This was a very big step
she was taking. It had seemed so simple, so businesslike,
when she'd been thinking about doing it, but now it seemed
very scary.
"Don't be afraid," the American said to her, looking into
her face warmly. He seemed friendly. Yoshi felt that he
could be trusted, but she was still afraid.
"We'll just go for a ride," he said. "We'll drive around
the city and talk to one another. If you like, we'll have
dinner together in a nice restaurant. If you decide to
leave then I'll take you back to your home, to near your
home. Is that okay?"
This is what you wanted to do, Yoshi told herself. He
wasn't old. He was older than Yoshi, he was a grown man,
but was younger than Teicara's man, although it was a bit
hard for Yoshi to guess his age because he looked so
American. She was glad now that he rode in a taxi because
then they wouldn't be alone. The fact that the taxi driver
was Japanese made Yoshi feel safer too.
Yoshi stepped into the back of the taxi and sat down on the
big bench seat. The American sat down beside her and
closed the door. His coat, of some English or American
fabric, seemed large enough that it could have enveloped
Yoshi along with himself. He seemed large too, larger than
most Japanese men, which made Yoshi wonder about . . . .
"Take us to a pretty place," the American said to the
driver. As the taxi zoomed off, Yoshi noticed that the
tube top girl was back on the street. Probably she did not
agree terms with the man who'd picked her up earlier.
-End of Chapter 1-
More stories by Philip Harris can be found on
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/pharris/www/.
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