Bonten's Best Girl | Pimp!Hajime Kokonoi x Reader

I. Interview

If someone had asked you a year ago how you felt about stripping you would say it was the best job for the easiest money. You were making 400k yen a week (3.5k usd) from working less than half of it, the customers were a lot classier than the ones in rundown establishments so you could work with them, and your boss was easy to work with. But then management changed.

You were barely getting paid for working your ass off, your boss was now a stingy piece of shit. The quality of customers went down with the quality of the place so you found yourself fighting off more greasy creeps than dancing. The only reason you stayed was that you needed the money.

So imagine your surprise when a friend of yours from the club told you about an opportunity to work with none other than Hajime Kokonoi. He was not only notorious for being one of Bonten's executives but for his connections in the world of pleasure. If you want to dance for high-profile clients, you go to Koko. If you wanted to start doing sex work without working for one of those abusive pimps that treated you like a cheap whore, you go to Koko. He had the money and the protection. Everyone knew to go to Koko if you wanted to make some real money.

But just like all things related to Bonten, you couldn't just join the crew with the snap of a finger and that's how you ended up here. "Mr. Kokonoi will be with you in just a moment. Have a seat right there," the woman behind the desk pointed to a row of seats where a group of other girls was seated. Looks like you had more competition than you thought. You were looking into a sea of lace and fake designer as you took a seat in one of the chairs, folding one leg over the other. Patiently scrolling on your phone while the others chatted among themselves.

"I hear he's so fine too. I just know he's going to pick us. We're the best looking ones in the room anyways," you felt what was probably meant to be a heated stare sent your way but you ignored it the petty dig. One, because that was just bad etiquette on their part. Two, because you were too classy to sit around arguing with somebody and their shitty box dyed hair job.

"Miss (last name), you can head up now." You stood and gave the shit talking girls a polite wave goodbye before heading to the elevator. The ride up was so nerve wracking. You tapped your foot anxiously as the elevator approached the top floor. You'd been telling yourself every day that you were more than qualified for this kind of job but you weren't sure what to expect. What was a man who helped run Bonten going to be like?

The elevator doors slid open with a ding and standing on the other side of the door was your future boss to be. He was every bit as good looking as the rumors said. He was wearing a loose fitted red set with gold trim and golden platform heels. His long white hair was swept on one side of his face to reveal the rectangular patterns and Bonten logo etched into his head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you stepped off the elevator and greeted him with a polite bow and he responded with a smirk before motioning for you to follow him to his office. It was just as luxurious as everything else in the building. A large dark oak wood desk was placed near the wall length windows with a couple of seats in front of it. On the other end of the room were a few couches where his 'business meetings' probably took place. Not to mention all the glass and gold scattered all over. Everything about the room said 'rich.'

"So. You really wanna be one of my girls, huh?" He walked up behind you and placed his hands over your shoulders, smoothing over them until they reached the edges of your jacket. "Let's get a better look at you then," he eased you out of your sleeves and laid it over the arm of the couch before taking one of your hands to give you a full look over.

His eyes roamed over every inch of your body until he'd taken in your full appearance and you were even more grateful for the choice of outfit you'd planned for today. You wore a red skirt set and a pair of gold metallic heels with straps that wrapped around your calves. The skirt stopped a couple of inches above the knee and the crop top was spaghetti strapped with lace trim cups that cut low enough to show off your cleavage. It wasn't so skimpy that it made you look desperate but it still hugged your figure in all the right places to be considered sexy.