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I am experienced and over 18+. I prefer original pairings and concepts. If you have an RP idea please PM me. We all have lives outside this site I am no exception, any other questions please PM me.
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1x1 fxf mxm
Scifi
Fantasy
slice of life with twists, Gotta have twists!
Concepts /worlds willing to explore
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D&D *ravenloft
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**all OC only, retyping the script is not interesting
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Interests:
1x1 fxf mxm
Scifi
Fantasy
slice of life with twists, Gotta have twists!
Concepts /worlds willing to explore
fallout
isekai
*the Expanse
beast star /anthro
D&D *ravenloft
*Original concept [TBD]
**all OC only, retyping the script is not interesting
Thanks for stopping by.
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At work Miku was all business. Her long black hair pinned up, the white lab coat hugging her slender curves as she walked about the lab. She was sitting at her desk when the knock on her door frame made the lab scientist raise her eyes from the black rimmed glasses she wore. "Wanna have lunch?" Mitzumi was all smiles and leaning heavily against the door frame.
Miku smiled at her friend and nodded. "Yes!" She nearly hoped out of her chair and arm in arm walked to the cafeteria. All giggles and smiles as they gathered the items on the trays. She gave a knowing glance at her friend as they sat down to eat and gossip. Of course Mitzumi was going to try to tell her about all the juicy details of her single life weekend. As the girls lips parted slowly to start her tale Miku began instead. She told of her run in with the cute bag boy at the local market. How blue his eyes were, how thick his hair was, how their fingers touched ever so briefly.
Mitzumi was silent. Her eyes wide for the start of the story. She knew her friend, knew the look, knew what Miku was really saying and it made her sad. Even though she tried to smile. With a fake laugh she teased Miku about it, on how young boys were always like that. She tried to tell Miku in a very indirect way how it was harmless. The boy was simply helping and the manager did the right thing by curbing his enthusiasm. Mikus friend of ten years knew there were fights and money was tight. That dream home and their school debts were making them live check by check. On the surface they had made their dreams. But under the surface a riptide that threated to drown them both was silently ready to take them under. She could tell her friend Miku was starting to sink in that moment. "You should send a text to Aki. Tell him you need to see him tonight. All night long."
Miku's face dropped to her tray as her voice grew cold. "He sent me a voicemail saying he would see me tonight but I'm not counting on it. ...He has help now, at work. Female help."
She didnt know it but Mitzumis mouth hung open. "No. He is a good man. He would never." Is what she wanted to say, should of said. There was a few times when they were in a Karaoke and she had one too many she might of leaned on him a little too long but he never made a single move or suggestion that wasnt honorable. Mitzumi was there at their wedding. She knew what type of man he was. He would never do that sort of thing. He worked himself to death for them at that job trying to be number one! "You're wrong." Is all she said to her frined of ten years without even looking at her. Instead she go up without her tray and walked away.
Mitzumi had his number but never called. It was for an emergency only and hell if this didnt count as one in her eyes. "Mr. Hanzo. Its Mitzumi. You have to go home Mr. Hanzo. You have to go home now... tonight." She leaned against the wall and sighed. Her mind began to race with options. Maybe she could get the kid fired, or have him move, or just kidnapped for a few years until this was over and Miku was back to normal? She sent a text to Aki, "Miku isnt feeling good she needs you to come home." She quietly cursed at herself for getting involved.
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The morning came and Mr. Hanzo woke to his 630AM alarm. He shaved and got dressed with some air freshener to his jackets arm holes. Turning on his computer and raising the blinds first to the window and second to his office door. He gasped at what he saw next! The were in their desks respectively a little disheveled from sleeping on the sofa but already typing like crazy! He stepped out into the common area to see everything was orderly and the blankets were put away. Walking over to the coffee pot that was already full and hot! He made a cup silently watching their drive, though admittingly not certain what they were working on so hard. He slowly walked closer first to Askana. She was already murdering incoming emails from local vendors and had a long list of replies... since FIVE AM?! Her desk had a half cup of coffee and the woman's fingers blazed away at the keyboard easily typing sixty words a minute! With a silent nod he moved over to Miss Ejins desk. She had an empty cup with the fresh stain of coffee in the bottom. Her fingers were slower but she was working on... restructuring the lower east side distribution numbers?! That was a mess! Even Hanzo hated dealing with the constant stream of invoices, and corrections, and deletions or last minute adds to orders. Ejin was typing slower because she had a second screen and was ten keying the figures in real time!!! He was about to offer praise when the phone rang. Only three steps to his office yet Yuki had picked up the call on her desk. They were making his job more streamlined then it had been in the last five years! Silently he continued to his desk.
Everything seemed handled he would get the occasional transfer call to someone wanting to speak to him directly, a few points requiring his decision. The new hires had by lunch the day 90% completed. As a reward he made time to have catering delivered. He ate with them in the common room. The new hires casting smiles at each other as they ate and talked about the figures, emails, and issues. Keeping to themselves the events of last night.
After lunch everyone returned to their prospective desks and resumed their work. Hanzo received an email from the Marketing director wanting to speak with him when the time was right. He felt now would be fine as the office was operating smoothly. Getting his jacket he stood at the doorway. "I need to see the Marketing director. I will be back shortly. I have my cell if there is an emergency." He returned their head nod and left. Heading to the elevator. He never had to go up before except for the one time where he was given the warning of his performance. The managing director was on the tenth floor. He knew they had hired a new one ever since Mr. Tanaka retired last year over health concerns. The man was nearly seventy, Hanzo imagined his retirement during the elevator ride up.
He knocked at the door, it was a corner office. His nose picked up the scent of perfume. It was unmistakable the same as his wife. The door opened to reveal a tall blond woman. "Mr. Hanzo?"
He bowed respectfully and she returned it, "Please come in." Amanda took her seat first then waited for him to take the other one. "I never got the chance to meet with you. I am Miss. Willis the marketing director. You are the logistics director yes?"
"Yes. I run the operations for the south of Tokyo, Australia, and our manufacturing divisions." He sat a little on edge.
Amanda felt her dislike for him fade a little. He was handsome but a two timer and literally with two other women in his own department? The man was a dog. "I see I wanted to ask your opinion about the Australia region..." An hour later their meeting was over. Amanda had to admit he was good, very good at his job as far as his knowledge base. He even was offering to include her on correspondence and loops with clients to try to expand the brand. The cologne he wore while feint reminded her of another time. As he left her office she leaned back in her chair and sighed. "He's still a dog."
On the way back from the meeting his phone vibrated. Stopping in his tracks he read the message from Mitzumi. In the elevator there was no signal. He rushed to his office and heard the voice mail. The time his wife was still at work he sent her a text, then another, and another. "Where are you? What happened? Mitzumi called and text me this. Are you okay? I'm coming home tonight. Let me know you are all right!!" The a text to Mitzumi, "What happened? She isn't answering her phone." He walked past their desks and into his main office. The phone was ringing but he wasnt focused.
"Mr. Hanzo the phone. It is from store seventy two." Askana looked at him. He was focused on the phone in his hand. Had the meeting been about last night? Did they cause him to be fired?! "Mr. Hanzo. Mr. Hanzo? ...Aki."
He looked up a little shocked, more that he was spacing out at work then the first name being used by a subordinate.
"Line two. Southern store seventy two." She felt her face blush a little. She had used his first name. It was too real. Casting back a glance at Yuki an her dark face as she had done the unimaginable by using a first name. That big cow was going down!
Miku smiled at her friend and nodded. "Yes!" She nearly hoped out of her chair and arm in arm walked to the cafeteria. All giggles and smiles as they gathered the items on the trays. She gave a knowing glance at her friend as they sat down to eat and gossip. Of course Mitzumi was going to try to tell her about all the juicy details of her single life weekend. As the girls lips parted slowly to start her tale Miku began instead. She told of her run in with the cute bag boy at the local market. How blue his eyes were, how thick his hair was, how their fingers touched ever so briefly.
Mitzumi was silent. Her eyes wide for the start of the story. She knew her friend, knew the look, knew what Miku was really saying and it made her sad. Even though she tried to smile. With a fake laugh she teased Miku about it, on how young boys were always like that. She tried to tell Miku in a very indirect way how it was harmless. The boy was simply helping and the manager did the right thing by curbing his enthusiasm. Mikus friend of ten years knew there were fights and money was tight. That dream home and their school debts were making them live check by check. On the surface they had made their dreams. But under the surface a riptide that threated to drown them both was silently ready to take them under. She could tell her friend Miku was starting to sink in that moment. "You should send a text to Aki. Tell him you need to see him tonight. All night long."
Miku's face dropped to her tray as her voice grew cold. "He sent me a voicemail saying he would see me tonight but I'm not counting on it. ...He has help now, at work. Female help."
She didnt know it but Mitzumis mouth hung open. "No. He is a good man. He would never." Is what she wanted to say, should of said. There was a few times when they were in a Karaoke and she had one too many she might of leaned on him a little too long but he never made a single move or suggestion that wasnt honorable. Mitzumi was there at their wedding. She knew what type of man he was. He would never do that sort of thing. He worked himself to death for them at that job trying to be number one! "You're wrong." Is all she said to her frined of ten years without even looking at her. Instead she go up without her tray and walked away.
Mitzumi had his number but never called. It was for an emergency only and hell if this didnt count as one in her eyes. "Mr. Hanzo. Its Mitzumi. You have to go home Mr. Hanzo. You have to go home now... tonight." She leaned against the wall and sighed. Her mind began to race with options. Maybe she could get the kid fired, or have him move, or just kidnapped for a few years until this was over and Miku was back to normal? She sent a text to Aki, "Miku isnt feeling good she needs you to come home." She quietly cursed at herself for getting involved.
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The morning came and Mr. Hanzo woke to his 630AM alarm. He shaved and got dressed with some air freshener to his jackets arm holes. Turning on his computer and raising the blinds first to the window and second to his office door. He gasped at what he saw next! The were in their desks respectively a little disheveled from sleeping on the sofa but already typing like crazy! He stepped out into the common area to see everything was orderly and the blankets were put away. Walking over to the coffee pot that was already full and hot! He made a cup silently watching their drive, though admittingly not certain what they were working on so hard. He slowly walked closer first to Askana. She was already murdering incoming emails from local vendors and had a long list of replies... since FIVE AM?! Her desk had a half cup of coffee and the woman's fingers blazed away at the keyboard easily typing sixty words a minute! With a silent nod he moved over to Miss Ejins desk. She had an empty cup with the fresh stain of coffee in the bottom. Her fingers were slower but she was working on... restructuring the lower east side distribution numbers?! That was a mess! Even Hanzo hated dealing with the constant stream of invoices, and corrections, and deletions or last minute adds to orders. Ejin was typing slower because she had a second screen and was ten keying the figures in real time!!! He was about to offer praise when the phone rang. Only three steps to his office yet Yuki had picked up the call on her desk. They were making his job more streamlined then it had been in the last five years! Silently he continued to his desk.
Everything seemed handled he would get the occasional transfer call to someone wanting to speak to him directly, a few points requiring his decision. The new hires had by lunch the day 90% completed. As a reward he made time to have catering delivered. He ate with them in the common room. The new hires casting smiles at each other as they ate and talked about the figures, emails, and issues. Keeping to themselves the events of last night.
After lunch everyone returned to their prospective desks and resumed their work. Hanzo received an email from the Marketing director wanting to speak with him when the time was right. He felt now would be fine as the office was operating smoothly. Getting his jacket he stood at the doorway. "I need to see the Marketing director. I will be back shortly. I have my cell if there is an emergency." He returned their head nod and left. Heading to the elevator. He never had to go up before except for the one time where he was given the warning of his performance. The managing director was on the tenth floor. He knew they had hired a new one ever since Mr. Tanaka retired last year over health concerns. The man was nearly seventy, Hanzo imagined his retirement during the elevator ride up.
He knocked at the door, it was a corner office. His nose picked up the scent of perfume. It was unmistakable the same as his wife. The door opened to reveal a tall blond woman. "Mr. Hanzo?"
He bowed respectfully and she returned it, "Please come in." Amanda took her seat first then waited for him to take the other one. "I never got the chance to meet with you. I am Miss. Willis the marketing director. You are the logistics director yes?"
"Yes. I run the operations for the south of Tokyo, Australia, and our manufacturing divisions." He sat a little on edge.
Amanda felt her dislike for him fade a little. He was handsome but a two timer and literally with two other women in his own department? The man was a dog. "I see I wanted to ask your opinion about the Australia region..." An hour later their meeting was over. Amanda had to admit he was good, very good at his job as far as his knowledge base. He even was offering to include her on correspondence and loops with clients to try to expand the brand. The cologne he wore while feint reminded her of another time. As he left her office she leaned back in her chair and sighed. "He's still a dog."
On the way back from the meeting his phone vibrated. Stopping in his tracks he read the message from Mitzumi. In the elevator there was no signal. He rushed to his office and heard the voice mail. The time his wife was still at work he sent her a text, then another, and another. "Where are you? What happened? Mitzumi called and text me this. Are you okay? I'm coming home tonight. Let me know you are all right!!" The a text to Mitzumi, "What happened? She isn't answering her phone." He walked past their desks and into his main office. The phone was ringing but he wasnt focused.
"Mr. Hanzo the phone. It is from store seventy two." Askana looked at him. He was focused on the phone in his hand. Had the meeting been about last night? Did they cause him to be fired?! "Mr. Hanzo. Mr. Hanzo? ...Aki."
He looked up a little shocked, more that he was spacing out at work then the first name being used by a subordinate.
"Line two. Southern store seventy two." She felt her face blush a little. She had used his first name. It was too real. Casting back a glance at Yuki an her dark face as she had done the unimaginable by using a first name. That big cow was going down!
Leaning back in her chair behind the office desk she sighed finally sending off the last response to the mountain of emails received in the day. They said it was a tough assignment but this was something on a level the American never expected. She let her blue eyes drift over to the edge of the screen, 8pm?! "Fuck!" The blonde said with a soft sigh of defeat. The last train had left and she didnt have a drivers license for this country yet. Kicking off her shoes under the desk she lifted a foot to rub her soles. With a few clicks she ordered a floor massager for her feet online.
The company was very generous giving her a mini fridge and the office space. Her hair was an issue so they jumped at the chance, or it felt that way to have the American hire sealed away from the other office workers. Amanda was over the whole dying of hair routine from her teens and had no interest in redoing roots every two weeks to the conforming black. Her office had a large window and a view that over looked the ocean, if you had a set of binoculars. A fax /printer /scanner was in the corner as was a mirco single serving cappuccino maker she brought with her. The three screen set up was nice as it allowed her to multitask on her work. Keeping up with current trends and cultures was a full time effort and part of the marketing world. Her team was consisting of three different departments with five to seven people in each department. The all reported to her through the department heads with her being the filter between them and corporate.
Turning off the computer and taking a piece of tape she covered the camera lens. Standing up from her chair she stretched her arms up to the ceiling. Letting them fall back to her side Amanda took off her jacket. She slipped her shoe back on and headed to the rest room to freshen up a little. In her bottom drawer she had placed emergency items. A small cup, tube of travel size toothpaste, and tooth brush, A wash cloth and soap, The blond moved to the bathroom. In the hall she could hear some voices in Japanese.
"Was that your bra?"
The marketing director stopped in her tracks! She was in the dimly lit hallway and the question stopped her to a stand still! Nearly dropping the cup she whipped her head to the direction of the words. The door read, "Hanzo Logistics Director" in Japanese. She had heard this as a taboo in Japan and there was a mountain of steamy manga and books written to the subject but, here, really?!
"Yes" Said a second voice. It seemed closer to the door leading into the hall.
Were there two women having an affair in the Directors office?! Amanda felt her face blush. Were they cleaning staff it was late and the marketing director had no idea who was suppose to be in the office at this time. Were they secretaries in a forbidden love affair?!
"I do this at home. I cant wear it all the time. Maybe your jealous?" The second voice giggled.
"Whatever gets you fired. My Hanzo wouldnt fall for that. He is married and likes smaller ...girls." Said the first younger sounding voice.
"You are jealous! It's is okay to admit it. Not like a lolicon like you had a chance." The second voice said sweetly.
"Jealous of back pain and knocking things over with your huge front no thanks. Besides Mr. Hanzo prefers a strong work ethic and someone who is working long hours over how fat their chest is." Said the first voice.
The sound of a zipper made the blond realize she had moved closer and her ear was against the glass door.
"Well I shouldnt want my skirt to wrinkle. It's unprofessional." Said the second voice, followed by a sound like a briefcase being opened. "A good secretary comes prepared. I'm sure with your wrinkled clothes you'll be sent home. That is what a 2 hour train ride, one way? I'll be sure to get ahead in your absence."
The blond could hear rustling on a sofa. Then a soft sound of a zipper.
"You cant! You didnt bring a change of clothes!" The second voice quietly hissed! "Seriously?! What if he comes in or wakes up early?"
Amanda was stunned to the point her cup fell from her hand to the wood laminate floor with a sharp sound! She panicked and grabbed the items and rushed down the hall as she heard the room go dead quiet!
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Hearing the cup fall and then a lot of footsteps going away from the door made both girls freeze in their banter! Yuki turned slowly to the door and with two fingers moved the blind covering the glass. The hall was dark, the damage done. Now someone knew about their plan. Someone in the office knew of their game of one upping for attention! In the dark office she smiled with her face hanging down. A hand over her heart as it raced. Things were getting interesting! Was it a lonely coworker she could threaten or ...seduce?
Misuki flopped into the sofa pulling the blanket over her head to hide as if she was seven all over again! It was bad enough her rival had goaded her into the argument but now someone might know that she was in her work shirt and panties?! Under covers on the sofa in her bosses office?! She thought Seppuku might be her only option at this point.
Hanzo was fast asleep. Years of routine made office sleeping a pro skill. Like an ancient samurai the Director had sharpened his talent to a keen edge able to defeat even a janitor buffing the floors.
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Making it to the bathroom she leaned against the door short shallow breathing as her mind tried to calm herself. The director had two in his office at the same time?! "My Hanzo... Married?!" She thought replaying the conversation in her head as she walked briskly over to the sink to splash some water on her face. The makeup held. She was going to have to scrub a little. letting the hot water run for a bit Amanda stared at herself in disbelief even as she cleaned her face and noted to bring her kit next time. With the wash cloth she started to wipe her face clean from the day. Replaying the conversation over and over. "Mr. Hanzo..." She would remember that name.
The company was very generous giving her a mini fridge and the office space. Her hair was an issue so they jumped at the chance, or it felt that way to have the American hire sealed away from the other office workers. Amanda was over the whole dying of hair routine from her teens and had no interest in redoing roots every two weeks to the conforming black. Her office had a large window and a view that over looked the ocean, if you had a set of binoculars. A fax /printer /scanner was in the corner as was a mirco single serving cappuccino maker she brought with her. The three screen set up was nice as it allowed her to multitask on her work. Keeping up with current trends and cultures was a full time effort and part of the marketing world. Her team was consisting of three different departments with five to seven people in each department. The all reported to her through the department heads with her being the filter between them and corporate.
Turning off the computer and taking a piece of tape she covered the camera lens. Standing up from her chair she stretched her arms up to the ceiling. Letting them fall back to her side Amanda took off her jacket. She slipped her shoe back on and headed to the rest room to freshen up a little. In her bottom drawer she had placed emergency items. A small cup, tube of travel size toothpaste, and tooth brush, A wash cloth and soap, The blond moved to the bathroom. In the hall she could hear some voices in Japanese.
"Was that your bra?"
The marketing director stopped in her tracks! She was in the dimly lit hallway and the question stopped her to a stand still! Nearly dropping the cup she whipped her head to the direction of the words. The door read, "Hanzo Logistics Director" in Japanese. She had heard this as a taboo in Japan and there was a mountain of steamy manga and books written to the subject but, here, really?!
"Yes" Said a second voice. It seemed closer to the door leading into the hall.
Were there two women having an affair in the Directors office?! Amanda felt her face blush. Were they cleaning staff it was late and the marketing director had no idea who was suppose to be in the office at this time. Were they secretaries in a forbidden love affair?!
"I do this at home. I cant wear it all the time. Maybe your jealous?" The second voice giggled.
"Whatever gets you fired. My Hanzo wouldnt fall for that. He is married and likes smaller ...girls." Said the first younger sounding voice.
"You are jealous! It's is okay to admit it. Not like a lolicon like you had a chance." The second voice said sweetly.
"Jealous of back pain and knocking things over with your huge front no thanks. Besides Mr. Hanzo prefers a strong work ethic and someone who is working long hours over how fat their chest is." Said the first voice.
The sound of a zipper made the blond realize she had moved closer and her ear was against the glass door.
"Well I shouldnt want my skirt to wrinkle. It's unprofessional." Said the second voice, followed by a sound like a briefcase being opened. "A good secretary comes prepared. I'm sure with your wrinkled clothes you'll be sent home. That is what a 2 hour train ride, one way? I'll be sure to get ahead in your absence."
The blond could hear rustling on a sofa. Then a soft sound of a zipper.
"You cant! You didnt bring a change of clothes!" The second voice quietly hissed! "Seriously?! What if he comes in or wakes up early?"
Amanda was stunned to the point her cup fell from her hand to the wood laminate floor with a sharp sound! She panicked and grabbed the items and rushed down the hall as she heard the room go dead quiet!
_________________________
Hearing the cup fall and then a lot of footsteps going away from the door made both girls freeze in their banter! Yuki turned slowly to the door and with two fingers moved the blind covering the glass. The hall was dark, the damage done. Now someone knew about their plan. Someone in the office knew of their game of one upping for attention! In the dark office she smiled with her face hanging down. A hand over her heart as it raced. Things were getting interesting! Was it a lonely coworker she could threaten or ...seduce?
Misuki flopped into the sofa pulling the blanket over her head to hide as if she was seven all over again! It was bad enough her rival had goaded her into the argument but now someone might know that she was in her work shirt and panties?! Under covers on the sofa in her bosses office?! She thought Seppuku might be her only option at this point.
Hanzo was fast asleep. Years of routine made office sleeping a pro skill. Like an ancient samurai the Director had sharpened his talent to a keen edge able to defeat even a janitor buffing the floors.
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Making it to the bathroom she leaned against the door short shallow breathing as her mind tried to calm herself. The director had two in his office at the same time?! "My Hanzo... Married?!" She thought replaying the conversation in her head as she walked briskly over to the sink to splash some water on her face. The makeup held. She was going to have to scrub a little. letting the hot water run for a bit Amanda stared at herself in disbelief even as she cleaned her face and noted to bring her kit next time. With the wash cloth she started to wipe her face clean from the day. Replaying the conversation over and over. "Mr. Hanzo..." She would remember that name.
I miss this series so much!!
@wheels butterflies are pretty.
AFK...
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banned @Foster for not recycling.
It was almost 6pm when Hanzo looked up from replying to the last email. Too late to go home for the three hours of time before having to catch the morning train back to the office. He called the house, no answer. Hanzo hoped she was sleeping. "Tomorrow. I'll be home tomorrow." Hanging up the phone Hanzo stood up and stretched. Even the new assitants were tired. They did the work he normally did and still with the three of them it was only seven pm instead of ten. "I want to thank you both. Monday is the hardest and you both helped out. The day starts at 7am. We will go over the plan and schedule meetings for the day to avoid surprises. I'm going to sleep here. The last train should be in the station by eight pm." He bowed politely.
"Mr. Hanzo. I would ask to stay in the office too. Its late and dark out. I dont feel safe walking to the train this time of night." Misuki bowed awaiting his reply.
Yuki looked shocked at the hussy throwing herself at the boss! "I... I would ask to stay too, Mr. Hanzo!" Yuki bowed lower. Hiding her smile even though she had a car and could drive home there was simply no way Yuki would be out maneuvered by that tramp!
Hanzo looked at the two a little taken back at their effort on the first day. "There is a few blankets in the supply closet. With the sofas you may each take one and I will sleep in the office. Good night and good work." Hanzo shut the door and closed the blinds. Exhausted he took off his pants then his shirt. There were hangers in the bottom drawer. Tomorrow he would make it home. A thin bed sheet was also in the same drawer. He unfurled it before sitting into his office chair. Taking off his shoes before propping his feet on the desk. The boss turned off the lights and computer, then closed his eyes. He was so tired, ten hours sleep even in his office was a small blessing he was not about to slip by.
Yuki fake smiled at Misuki. Taking off her flats and then jacket. She watched her rival move to the closet to fetch the blanket. Turning her attention to the sofa. They were comfortable as much as her futon back in her single apartment. Folding her jacket neatly as a second pillow she waited until her rival left the closet area before fetching the other blanket.
Misuki gathered the first blanket judging them to be the same cotton stuffed and semi soft. They didnt have a smell but it was obvious no one really used them in some time. Turning to walk back to the unclaimed sofa, "I think Mr. Hanzo was impressed by our commitment. I think he will be a good boss. Normally they get flustered or turn into pigs when I make this move. Mr Hanzo was very professional." Her voice a soft whisper. She glanced at Yuki. The girl had a lolicon figure definite opposite from her own heavy curves. She slipped out of her heels before untying her long hair from the ponytail.
"Yes. He is very mature to not have fallen for such an obvious play. I think he will make an excellent boss, for me." Yuki said quietly adding a little giggle at the end. Unfolding the blanket before getting on the office sofa to lay down she looked over at the busty coworker. "Could you get the lights?"
Misuki smiled. "Sure." She narrowed her eyes briefly before walking over to the wall switch. "Good night." She whispered. As the light turned off the office was very dark except for the exit sign at the end of the hall.
Yuki rolled her eyes this job was going to be a challenge. She heard the girls heavy foots steps back to the other sofa. It made her smirk thinking of the cow, at least until she heard the unmistakable sound of the metal clasp being unfastened!! She wouldnt dare!? "Was that your bra?!" She quietly hissed!
"Yes." Misuki whispered back in a sweet tone.
Yuki rolled onto her side and pouted, "that tramp!" she thought to herself! Sitting up on the sofa Yuki struggled under the blanket. Taking off her shirt then her bra too. Hearing the gasp of victory she cuddled back down to the sofa. Yuki may not have been as blessed but there was no way she would be out matched! But if her opponent was willing to go this far who was to say that she wouldn't dare cross the line?! Hanzo was married. He wouldnt... would he? The cow did have huge assets. Nervously Yuki set an alarm on her phone for five am.
"Mr. Hanzo. I would ask to stay in the office too. Its late and dark out. I dont feel safe walking to the train this time of night." Misuki bowed awaiting his reply.
Yuki looked shocked at the hussy throwing herself at the boss! "I... I would ask to stay too, Mr. Hanzo!" Yuki bowed lower. Hiding her smile even though she had a car and could drive home there was simply no way Yuki would be out maneuvered by that tramp!
Hanzo looked at the two a little taken back at their effort on the first day. "There is a few blankets in the supply closet. With the sofas you may each take one and I will sleep in the office. Good night and good work." Hanzo shut the door and closed the blinds. Exhausted he took off his pants then his shirt. There were hangers in the bottom drawer. Tomorrow he would make it home. A thin bed sheet was also in the same drawer. He unfurled it before sitting into his office chair. Taking off his shoes before propping his feet on the desk. The boss turned off the lights and computer, then closed his eyes. He was so tired, ten hours sleep even in his office was a small blessing he was not about to slip by.
Yuki fake smiled at Misuki. Taking off her flats and then jacket. She watched her rival move to the closet to fetch the blanket. Turning her attention to the sofa. They were comfortable as much as her futon back in her single apartment. Folding her jacket neatly as a second pillow she waited until her rival left the closet area before fetching the other blanket.
Misuki gathered the first blanket judging them to be the same cotton stuffed and semi soft. They didnt have a smell but it was obvious no one really used them in some time. Turning to walk back to the unclaimed sofa, "I think Mr. Hanzo was impressed by our commitment. I think he will be a good boss. Normally they get flustered or turn into pigs when I make this move. Mr Hanzo was very professional." Her voice a soft whisper. She glanced at Yuki. The girl had a lolicon figure definite opposite from her own heavy curves. She slipped out of her heels before untying her long hair from the ponytail.
"Yes. He is very mature to not have fallen for such an obvious play. I think he will make an excellent boss, for me." Yuki said quietly adding a little giggle at the end. Unfolding the blanket before getting on the office sofa to lay down she looked over at the busty coworker. "Could you get the lights?"
Misuki smiled. "Sure." She narrowed her eyes briefly before walking over to the wall switch. "Good night." She whispered. As the light turned off the office was very dark except for the exit sign at the end of the hall.
Yuki rolled her eyes this job was going to be a challenge. She heard the girls heavy foots steps back to the other sofa. It made her smirk thinking of the cow, at least until she heard the unmistakable sound of the metal clasp being unfastened!! She wouldnt dare!? "Was that your bra?!" She quietly hissed!
"Yes." Misuki whispered back in a sweet tone.
Yuki rolled onto her side and pouted, "that tramp!" she thought to herself! Sitting up on the sofa Yuki struggled under the blanket. Taking off her shirt then her bra too. Hearing the gasp of victory she cuddled back down to the sofa. Yuki may not have been as blessed but there was no way she would be out matched! But if her opponent was willing to go this far who was to say that she wouldn't dare cross the line?! Hanzo was married. He wouldnt... would he? The cow did have huge assets. Nervously Yuki set an alarm on her phone for five am.
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