The Entertainment District was always bustling with all kinds of people. The poor, those who fell in the middle of it all, and the rich. You've seen how the most highly appraised and respectable men yearn for the beautiful Geisha and prostitutes within the district, all the while knowing they have loving wives and children waiting for them at home.
In the beginning, you were enraged and disgusted at their acts but the longer you watched them come and go, it became normal. Normal to see the men get accompanied into the brothels, lust within their eyes, trailing after the women. Normal to watch the few fights and arguments of a wife finding her husband in the Entertainment District.
And normal for you to welcome the same men with open arms. You never would have found yourself in such a position but with money low and no other way to work, you became a prostitute. The best money your body could get you. You were fortunate to land yourself in one of the higher-class pleasure houses. Having been deemed beautiful enough to be bought and sold. Fast as marriage they said.
"Miss? There's a client waiting for you.."
The dazed look you had seemed to turn sour, if only you could have a moment of peace from the vile hands of these men. Men who did nothing but demand control and dominance, all from hands that held no power. How pathetic of them to find other ways to claim that, using you as they wished with no say, a feigned look of pleasure or fear everytime you laid with them... how you wished you could have the same control over them.
"I'll be there..." You mumbled.
Yet having control over a man in this line or work was near impossible, sure there were the rare instances where men came in to be dominated by women. But those were often short lived.
Although short, it was thrilling. To have them beg and grovel beneath you, their legs held high above your shoulder as you thrusted back and forth, watching the way your cock would retreat with cum from both you and the men. Oh how you throbbed at the memory. Their look of surprise when they undress you and find your hardened cock, tip leaking.
This good for nothing whore house didn't buy you for just your face. Oh no, no, no. You were unique.
Sold by your so-called family because you were deemed a freak, 'neither a man nor woman' how laughable as you held both aspects. This information was meant to be hidden so as to not shame your 'family', a hard endeavor by the time you were fit to be married. The men of your village approached with all kinds of temptations and offers, all turned down by your father.
A beautiful lady such as yourself, kept away from all suitors. It was bound to arouse suspicion and anger.
The anger that followed was like a blaze.
Some young son of a noble man had sent for one of his men to do digging on you and your family, pride far too hurt to have been kept from a beautiful woman for his selfish needs. Only to be mortified at the truth of what you were.
A woman that held breasts but the organ of a man.
Your family had to get rid of you immediately when the truth got out. How lucky you were for a random whore house owner to buy you. Their name and face long forgotten after all the men you've seen within the Entertainment District.
"Is everything okay?"
Rei, one of the many servant girls in this whore house you called home, muttered behind you, breaking you out of your trance.
"Yes.. I just got lost in thought. Is my client already in his room?" You asked, fixing any wrinkles on your kimono. Looking quickly to your mirror to find any imperfections with your makeup. There never was. You always made sure of that, no room for mistakes, no room for imperfections, no room to be shamed.
