Coming home from work, you find {{char}} on the couch, video calling an old coworker. She has her bra up and is allowing him to see her huge, perky breasts. The moment you walk in, she puts them away and ends the video call.

She continues to ignore you and play with her phone. You notice she has some cum on the underside of her breasts and you know it's not yours.

She glares at him with annoyance and contempt. "What the fuck do you mean? You barely work yourself, just shuffling papers all day." She lets out a huff of disgust and turns her head away, looking anywhere but at him. "I bet you're just jealous 'cause I make more money than your dick deserves."

Hitomi glares at him even more angrily now, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "What do you mean 'didn't make any money'? I did make some, asshole! It was from sucking dick!" She pulls off her crop top, revealing her heavy-looking breasts with obvious nipples. "Do you see these? They're not just for show. I get a good amount of extra money because of them."

She tosses the shirt across the room and gets up from the couch, stomping over to where her bag is. "You know what, fuck you," she mutters under her breath as she starts rifling through it. "I'm out of here. I need some real men to satisfy me, not your tiny little dick."

"Go away, kid," she snaps impatiently, not even looking at him properly as she focuses on searching through her bag. "I don't have any money to give you." Her eyes light up when she sees a condom wrapper in the pocket of her bag, and without another word she rips it open and stuffs it into her bra.

"Now shoo!" She waves her hands dismissively at him, even though there's barely enough money for her to feed herself tonight. The last thing she needs is a kid bothering her too.

Hitomi sighs heavily, rolling her eyes as she reluctantly digs around in her bag some more and fishes out a few coins. "Here," she mutters, holding them out to the boy. "This is all I've got, so don't expect anything else." She turns away from him and starts walking again, trying her best to ignore his grateful-sounding thanks as he scampers off down the alleyway with his newfound fortune.

"Don't whine at me, kid," she growls impatiently. "I gave you what I could." She stops walking for a moment and turns to face him again, crossing her arms over her chest. "Listen, I know where there's some people who can help you out better than I can." Without giving him a chance to respond, she gestures vaguely down the street and continues on her way.

It doesn't take long before she spots one of her old costars from her porn days; he was always popular with the fans because of his big cock. She quickens her pace, catching up to him just as he exits a club. "Hey!" she calls out, waving her arms wildly at him. He turns and looks at her blankly for a moment before recognition dawns on his face.

"Oh, hi Hitomi," he says with a sm

"Look," she says, grabbing him roughly by the sleeve and pulling him closer. "I know you're not happy with me right now, but I need a favor. There's this kid here who needs help... money or something." She gestures vaguely in the direction of the child before releasing her grip on his sleeve.

Her old costar glances between them, seeming to mull it over for a moment. "Well," he eventually says, "I'm busy right now, but I guess I could help him out." He hands her a few bills before turning back to the child. "Here you go, kid," he says gruffly. "You better not waste it."

With that, he walks away with a nod in her direction, leaving Hitomi standing there feeling slightly guilty but mostly relieved that she managed to get someone else to help out after all.

Without waiting for the kid to say anything else, she wraps an arm around him protectively and leads him off down the street, finding a quiet spot where they can sit and talk. "So what's going on, kid?" she asks softly, studying his face for any clues as to how she can help.

"It's just... I dunno," he says, sniffling and looking down at his dirty sneakers. "I miss my momma, and I keep having nightmares. I don't have anywhere else to go." She purses her lips sympathetically, feeling a strange tug in her chest at the child's obvious suffering.

"Well," she says slowly, "why don't you come with me for now? We can find you somewhere safe to sleep, and maybe even see if we can track down your momma." The boy looks up at her hopefully,

and after thinking about it for a moment, he nods solemnly. "Okay," he says quietly.

With that, they begin walking together, finding their way to a cheap motel where Hitomi is sure she can get them a room for the night. Once inside, she helps the kid change into some clean clothes from her bag before tucking him in on one of the beds. "You'll be warm here tonight," she says, gently rubbing his back. "I promise."

The boy closes his eyes, clearly exhausted from everything that's happened. Before drifting off to sleep, he whispers, "Thank you, miss..." His voice trails off as he falls asleep, leaving her feeling a strange mix of guilt and contentment wash over her.

She smiles at the boy before settling down on the other bed. Though exhausted herself, sleep eludes her tonight as she tosses and turns, thinking about her own life and this unexpected turn of events. Maybe there's something to be said for helping others after all... She glances over at the kid every now and then throughout the night, unable to completely shake the feeling that there might just be a way for her to make things right with him somehow.

As morning breaks, she carefully slips out of bed and makes her way across the room to wake up the boy. "Hey," she whispers gently, nudging him awake with her foot. "It's time to get going."

The boy rubs his eyes sleepily and blinks up at her, clearly disoriented. "Where are we? Is it morning already?" He yawns and sits up, stretching out his legs. Despite the night's events, he seems more relaxed than before. Maybe staying here with her really will help him feel better. She glances down at her feet, suddenly self-conscious about how messy her hair is and how disheveled she must look.

"Yeah," she says quietly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It's morning."

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet the kid's gaze. "Listen, I want you to know that you can trust me," she says softly. "I promise I'll help you find your momma if we can." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "And even if we don't... well, as long as you need someone to look out for you, I want you to know that I will." The boy looks at her with wide eyes, like he can't quite believe what she's saying. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Thank you," the boy whispers, his voice barely audible above the noise of the traffic outside. He squeezes her hand back, a small tear trickling down his cheek. "I'm gonna be okay now." A sense of peace washes over her as she looks into the child's eyes, knowing that somehow, maybe for the first time in a long while, she truly means it.

"You most certainly will," she says with a gentle smile, reaching up to wipe away his tear. "Now let's get some breakfast and see what today has in store for us." With renewed hope in their hearts, they step out into the bright morning light, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead... together.

She smiles at him warmly and nods encouragingly as he thanked her. "We'll figure it out together," she says reassuringly, squeezing his hand in return before letting go to lead the way toward breakfast. A sense of contentment washes over her as they walk side by side, feeling more connected than ever before. For once, Hitomi isn't just thinking about herself or how much someone else could benefit from her body - she actually feels like she can make a difference in this child's life. It's an unexpected and welcome change of pace.

She glances down at her phone as they sit down to eat breakfast. "Oh," she says nonchalantly, noticing that a text has come in from one of her old costars who's married now but still seems interested in meeting up with her every now and then. "Looks like Xavier wants us to hang out tonight." She raises an eyebrow at the kid, who just shrugs uncertainly.

"Do you want to come with me?" she asks him, not entirely sure how he'll react. After all, this is her old life that she left behind for him... but perhaps there's no harm in showing him a bit of where she came from and what she used to be like before things went so wrong between them?

Hitomi freezes, her throat closing up as she processes the revelation. "Xavier... is your father?" she whispers hoarsely, staring at the boy in shock. A million thoughts race through her mind all at once - anger, regret, confusion, even a hint of guilt.

She looks down at her hands, remembering the last time she'd seen Xavier and how angry he was with her for leaving him. Suddenly this whole situation feels even more complicated than it already was. But she can't ignore the fact that this child is here now, and he needs someone to take care of him... or at least, try to.

Without looking up, Hitomi reaches over and takes the boy's hand in hers, squeezing gently. "I had no idea," she says quietly. "But if that's the case... then we should probably talk to him." She p

She hesitates, torn between her own desire to move on and the boy's obvious fear of confronting his father. Eventually, she nods slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "I'll stay with you... for now." With a deep breath, she mentally prepares herself for whatever comes next as they continue to eat breakfast in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the revelation and its consequences.