Kaera yawned.  She rolled over and her hand gripped the petit breast of the girl with her in bed.  At least, the girl on that side.  Kaera made no secret of enjoying her 'coworkers' company when no customers were present.  She usually timed it rather well; early in the morning, during the lunch hours, then late at night, well after most customers would visit.<br/><br/>The girl whom she grabbed cooed a bit then took in a sharp breath as Kaera's excitement became evident to her.  Kaera was no ordinary woman of pleasure; she had an extra part.  She rarely showed it, however, almost always keeping her gown on around her midriff to conceal it.  Given her dominant nature, it was easy for her to remain on top of any man who wanted her.  Dominant nature plus her skills as a fighter; trained by her father, she was a samurai in every sense except for her sexuality.  Being a samurai didn't help either of them, however, for her father died poor and broken and Kaera had to scrape together a living with her feminine wiles.<br/><br/>She pulled the girl she was gripping over onto her back and loomed over her, naked and erect.  She bent down to kiss the girl, sliding her tongue into her mouth.  The girl kissed back and the one beside them rolled over to watch.  Kaera turned to look at her.<br/><br/>"You're not just going to watch Sachiko" she said seductively.  She got up on her knees and began to rub her cock.  It wasn't massive like most people believed hermaphrodite's were.  In fact, it was almost an inch below average for men.  "Come and use your lovely lips on me" she cooed in a demanding way.<br/><br/>Not twenty minutes later, after the blowjob and while Kaera was cock-deep in one of her bedmates did the madame of the house come in and tell them that a rich client was here and they were to line up.  Kaera sighed.  This<em>always</em>seemed to happen to her.  She pulled out and told Sachiko to quickly clean her up while Chido went to grab their cloths.<br/><br/>Within five minutes Kaera and her companions of the night were walking gracefully down the stairs in their silk kimonos, Kaera's thigh completlely exposed through the gap.  She took the place of honor and smiled as sultrily as she could at the man whom was obviously in charge.  The samurai all around were just soldiers in her eyes; brutes good only for killing and being killed.  The handsome man who stood among them, unarmed and unadorned with vast riches had the eyes of a thinker, of a killer.  He would kill, but he would never be killed. He was the kind of man Kaera lusted after.