MJS Client report: Jazz x Riki Yanase

“Thank you.” Jazz smiled at the waiter who had poured her a glass of wine and waited until he left before she took her glass and raised it towards her date. Date. As if it was really a date.

“So this is your usual approach, Mr. Yanase? A nice restaurant, wine, the gorgeous view,” she said with a small smile.

“Well, I like to go out for a nice dinner and I like pleasant company. Why not combine both?” He was the epitome of a successful business man, handsome, smart, confident. Jazz knew that type and she also knew that there were two possibilities: He could either be just some cocky jerk, someone who rested on his laurels, used his good looks and excellent education to lure women in without ever really working hard AFTER the dinner. Or he could be the kind of man who had actually earned the confidence, the kind who just knew how to treat a lady – inside the bedroom as much as outside. So far he had been the perfect gentleman, opened doors for her and led her into the restaurant with his hand in the small of her back – a gesture that earned him extra points because she loved it. He had chosen a wonderful and very elegant French restaurant, a place he must have made a reservation for some weeks in advance – or maybe he really had the right connections, she wasn’t so sure of this yet.

Jazz had been surprised when he hadn’t ordered wine for himself but he had excused this with a logical explanation. In his line of work he had to be sober most of the times, just in case there was some kind of emergency.

Of course she knew that he worked for the ministry of finances and even if she had no clue what kind of emergency he could be talking of she had accepted the explanation and had ordered a glass of Bordeaux. One glass should be fine after all.

Jazz opened the menu and looked over it.

“Should I help you order?” he offered just for her to smile sweetly at him.

“Thank you. Anything you would recommend?”

He smiled back, just a hint of cockiness. Usually she wasn’t into that kind of man but since he was a client she just let it pass. She could note that in her report later.

“Depends. Do you like fish? They have some really good salmon. And the Chateaubriand is excellent, but might be a bit much. How about some chicken?”

Jazz smiled and batted her eyelashes. “Poultry sounds good.” She liked to keep the dinner light, knowing what kind of activity was waiting for them.

“Do you often visit French restaurants?” She took a sip of her wine – excellent of course – and waited for his answer.

“French, Italian, Chinese, Fusion – as long as it’s good I try it. Of course I have to go to a lot of business dinners and I get a lot of recommendations, but to be honest, sometimes I like some simple food best.” Again this cocky smile, as if he wanted to show her how ‘down to earth’ he still was. He should have known better than to underestimate her by now, but she was used to this. Men often thought she was rather simple, her cheerfulness and kind smile made them misjudge her.

The waiter came back, asking for their order. Before Mr. Yanase could open his mouth she already answered.

“Ah, merci. Je voudrais le poulet au lemon, si vous plait. Sans poivre, si possible.” She smiled sweetly and the waiter answered with a polite “bien sure” before he focused his attention on Mr. Yanase who blinked a few times and ordered the salmon.

“I didn’t know you speak French,” he said, genuinely impressed.

“My French is very good in fact. I’m just having trouble with the language,” she said with a wink and he needed a moment to get the innuendo, but when the realization hit his smirk widened.

“Is that so?”

She chuckled lightly. Men. They were so easy. Jazz leaned forwards a bit and asked the question that had been in her mind from the moment he had set a foot into the agency.

“Mr. Yanase, I have the impression that you are rather popular and don’t really need our service. Why do you want us to help you at all?”

She had noticed the glances from other women the whole evening, since they had met one hour ago.

“Please, call me Riki. This is some kind of date after all.”

She nodded once but kept looking at him expectantly.

“Well, as you know I’m from a rather influential family and although my father doesn’t mind me going out with different women he insists that I have to marry a suitable one. And since you agency has the reputation to be very thorough in its research and very picky about its clients, I thought I’d give it a try. I couldn’t know you were THAT thorough.” Riki didn’t sound upset, he smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“So far none of our clients has complained about that,” Jazz answered with a wink. Riki had been very charming and a gentleman so far, but Jazz liked to flirt, to tease. There was nothing as exhilarating as getting a confident and poised man flustered.

“I was wondering why a woman like you had a business like that? What gave you the idea?”

Jazz shrugged. “It’s rather simple. I have worked in events management before, met a lot of people, went on dates. And I often got set up on dates by friends. The problem was, even if the date was nice – and that wasn’t always the case – I often got disappointed or even shocked when the relationship took a step forwards – into the bedroom.”

Riki chuckled and Jazz smiled.

“No matter how nice or fitting someone seems, you never know until you have them naked in the sheets. The guy who wanted to spank me and call him ‘daddy’? Wasn’t even the worst one. The guy who thought oral is something girls should do but not get? Sadly not a singular case. The one who said he’d rather fuck my ass because he-“ she raised her hands and made air quotes, “’couldn’t know how many dicks have been in my pussy already’? Never kicked someone out that fast before.” She shook her head. Riki stared at her with his mouth and eyes wide open.

“And you know what? Online dating is even worse. All the profiles people create? Lies. It’s okay if you know that, but imagine the poor people who think it’s the truth. Or even worse, those who actually write the truth. They get shocked when they find out that the cuddly and animal-loving person actually likes to dress up as a dog. With a collar.” She rolled her eyes.

“So one day, after several bad dates and some drinks with my friends, one of us said she would be willing to pay good money if there was someone who would pick out the bad choices on the dating market and leave her with a selection of actual suitable men. And the next morning it still seemed like a good idea. And now we are here.” She raised her glass again and took a sip. Riki blinked a few times and cleared his throat.

“Yes, I can see now how you ended up in this business.”

She had to bite her lip to not burst out into laughter. He actually was flustered. Either he usually didn’t really talk about sex or – and she really hoped it was the first option – he recognized himself in one of her examples.

“What kind of woman do you prefer?” She changed the topic to something lighter and he gratefully accepted.

“Attractive, a bit sexy, but not too fancy. She must be able to keep a secret – in my line of work secrecy is mandatory.”

She smiled and nodded, she knew about the importance of secrecy after all.

“Do you want someone who is shy or rather bold?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly. “She shouldn’t be a blushing virgin, if it’s that what you mean. But I still like to seduce a woman.”

“So she shouldn’t be too straight forward?” Jazz smiled innocently while she slipped out of her high heel under the table and ran her bare foot up his clothed leg just to make him jump.

“I have to admit that a straight forward woman can be very appealing,” he said. Their dinner came and she thanked the waiter, her foot still running up and down Riki’s leg.

Her glass of wine was empty and maybe she shouldn’t have had that much to begin with, but adding a bit of fun to business couldn’t hurt. She noticed the glances he shot her but Jazz focused on her food while she pushed her foot up higher his leg. It was a bit tricky but she now rubbed the inside of his thighs with her foot, grateful for the Pilates classes that made her so much more flexible after all.

When she first brushed his crotch with her toes he coughed a bit, almost choking on his food. Jazz looked at him worriedly.

“Are you okay?” But she didn’t stop teasing.

“Y-yes, everything fine.” Riki seemed nervous, maybe he was the type to tease women but had never been teased like this before. She loved that thought. With a smile she continued eating, the ball of her food now drawing circles over his crotch. She could feel his cock getting harder, not at full size yet, just showing interest.

Riki cleared his throat. “So… do you want to order a dessert?”

Jazz could see how much he tried to appear unaffected. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t even finished my main course,” she airily replied. He nodded slowly. Of course he wouldn’t just tell her to stop or to hurry up to finish her meal, but she could tell that he wanted – both, either, whatever.

“Back to the topic. Any preferences about the appearance?” Jazz acted as if nothing was wrong. Well, for her it was the truth, nothing was bothering her after all.

“Not really. Just – not too plain. I don’t really have a type, but she has to have some elegance, some class.” He seemed agitated and Jazz smiled.

“Well, you came to the right agency. All our clients are sophisticated, attractive, serious. No gold diggers, no Casanovas. We are a very exclusive, high-end agency after all.” With a mischievous smile she added: “You will understand as soon as we send you the bill.”

He laughed at this and she joined. So far it was a pleasant evening and Jazz really hoped that it would continue like this. Or get even better.

Unfortunately that was the moment his cell phone rang. Jazz stopped moving her foot and motioned for him to take the call. Riki apologized and turned away a bit, but the way his expression changed was enough for her to understand that it was serious.

“Do you have to leave?” There was no accusation in her voice, just concern.

“Yes, sorry. An emergency at work. We might have to postpone… no, wait. Would you like to come with me? Have you ever been in a ministry before?” There was something, excitement in his tone and Jazz smiled sweetly.

“Well, that’s confidential. I can’t tell you.”

His eyes went wide and he breathed a disbelieving “No”, but she simply shrugged and looked at her half eaten meal. It was a shame… but oh well.

“I’m going to quickly powder my nose and you can settle the bill, okay?” With that she slipped back in her shoe and got up, heading to the restrooms, giving him some time to hide that not so small problem that she had caused in his pants.

“Technically you are not allowed to be there,” he informed her in the car. A very nice as she noticed. Gave him some extra points.

“But you are going to sneak me in? You like the thrill, huh?” Her hand landed on his thigh, just rested there for now, let the warmth of her palm sink into his skin.

“You might peg me for just another suit who follows the rules all the time, but yes. I like the thrill.” He wore a satisfied smirk and Jazz giggled. She liked it, too. That’s why she pulled her hand away from him and grabbed his to place it on her thigh. The skirt of her little black dress had ridden up a bit, exposing her bare skin. He threw her a glance and a grin.

“Eyes on the road, daredevil,” she reminded him teasingly. “You don’t want to get us killed, do you?” But she didn’t protest when his hand slid upwards, under her skirt.

When he brushed against her sex and the expected barrier of the fabric of her panties just wasn’t there he groaned lowly.

“You like the thrill, too, huh?” His voice sounded slightly strained and Jazz just hummed. They arrived at the ministry building far too soon but it was all part of the game so she didn’t mind that much.

“Won’t there be security?” she asked when he opened the door for her.

“Of course, that’s why are wearing this.” He pinned a name tag at the lapel of her blazer and Jazz raised an eyebrow.

“You are awfully well prepared,” she remarked and he chuckled.

“It’s not a valid one but will pass on a first glance. Just act naturally.” He ushered her inside but kept a professional distance. They passed some guards, Riki waved his employee’s ID and they stepped into the elevator without raising suspicion.

“I feel like a secret agent,” she whispered, eyes looking straight ahead.

“Well, you are from an agency,” Riki pointed out, quickly glanced around and pushed her into a corner. “Camera’s blind spot,” he explained huskily and pressed his body against hers, letting her feel that this problem form before hadn’t vanished yet. It had rather grown.

“Mr. Yanase, I’m not sure this is appropriate behavior for someone in your position,” she chided him lightly.

“Let me take of this emergency and I’m going to show you my position,” he growled lowly but stepped away from her when the elevator stopped. Jazz followed him through the hallways with a huge grin on her face.

In his office she sat down on a chair and looked around while he made some calls and typed on his laptop. She didn’t understand much of what he said anyway, rather tried to get an impression of him from the things on his desk and in his office. Hardly any pictures, no personal touch. Well, he was a bureaucrat after all, what did she expect?

She almost missed the moment when the problem seemed to be solved and Riki put the phone down with a satisfied nod.

“Crisis averted?” she asked and tilted her head a bit.

“It is. Sorry for this interruption, but now I’m all yours.” He grinned and gave her a once over, from head to toe and back to her face.

“It’s okay. I’m going to add this, on-call-duty isn’t acceptable for everyone.” She got up and walked around the room, aware of his eyes on her butt.

“So this is the Ministry of Finances?” She threw him a glance over her shoulder.

“Indeed. Have you ever been here?” He opened his tie a bit and she raised her eyebrow.

“Can’t say I have.” This answer was vague enough to cover everything from ‘No, I haven’t’ to ‘Yes, I have, but can’t talk about it’. Not that it mattered. “How many people are working here?”

She stopped in front of the window and looked down on the city. Behind her she heard him move and wasn’t surprised when his hands suddenly rested on her hips.

“A lot.” He pressed his groin against her ass, let her feel the hard bulge in his pants.

“And they are all very important, right?” Jazz tilted her head a bit to allow him to kiss her neck.

“Very important,” he confirmed, one hand wandered up her front until he cupped her breast.

“And they would be very angry if they found out I’m here?” She tilted her head back so it rested against his shoulder.

“Very angry.” He pushed her dress up so that her ass was exposed and Jazz chuckled.

“Say… do you have a copy machine?” She turned around, aware that people down on the street would be able to see her naked butt through the window if they happened to look up. It was a nice butt, so why not?

Riki hesitated for a moment.

“Yes…” he answered, a bit suspiciously. Jazz let her hands wander over his body until she reached his belt. One hand went even lower and cupped his bulge.

“Do you want to be really, really naughty?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and raising an eyebrow. Riki groaned.

“The naughtier the better,” he murmured. She just realized that they hadn’t even kissed yet although she was standing there from the waist down naked. So she leaned in, grabbed his tie and pulled him down a bit.

“Just what I wanted to hear,” she whispered and brushed her lips against his. Immediately he pulled her closer, moved his lips against hers, parted them with his tongue to slip it into her mouth. One of his hands grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, the other buried in her hair.

“Copy machine,” she reminded him between kisses and he simply grabbed the back of her thighs, indicated for her to jump. She did, wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her off towards another room, filled with two copy machines, cabinets and a small table. He didn’t seem to mind the small wet spot she left at the front of his pants when he set her down, her ass touching the cold glass of one of the copy machines.

“Make it a good one,” she ordered and nodded for him to hit the button. Jazz squealed happily when the copy machine whirred to life and the light beneath her told her that the copy was being made. Riki grabbed the still warm sheet of paper and groaned lowly.

“Fuck, that’s so hot…”

Jazz grinned and jumped from the copy machine, grabbed his belt and yanked him closer, into another kiss. Her hands quickly opened the belt and his pants, pushed them down to reach into his boxers and wrap her hand around his cock.

“Your turn,” she whispered and gave him a light tug.

“You serious?” He stared at her and she nodded.

“Do it and you can make a copy of whatever part of me you want.”

Hastily he started pushing down his boxers but he needed a stool to actually be able to put his cock on the glass.

“You better start taking of your bra already,” he ordered and Jazz laughed, shook her head and pushed the button.

“Nope, you will have to do that.” She pushed the button a second time, just to make sure. Before Riki could reach for the copies she stopped him.

“Let me take this,” she said and grabbed the copies. “For our records.” She flashed him a smile and folded the paper once before she pushed it into her purse.

Riki shook his head in amused disbelief and stepped behind her, only to pull down the zipper of her dress. His lips danced over the nape of her neck, making her sigh. He snapped the clasp of her bra open and Jazz shimmied it off, let the fabric hit the ground and leaned over the copy machine. She closed her eyes.

“Beam me up, Scotty,” she laughed and Riki couldn’t help but join. He pushed the button and waited for the copy, grunted in approval when he saw it. Before Jazz had the chance to get up again he was behind her, his hands following the curves of her body, skipping the bunched up fabric of her dress that was still resting around her waist only to give her light slap on her ass that made her squeal.

“You are such a naughty girl…” he muttered. “And hot as hell.”

She was grateful that she was still wearing her heels, otherwise she would have to stand on her tiptoes to be on the right height. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her soft ass and knew that the time for teasing was over. He was in charge now, accepted no further delay when his hand slipped between her legs, sliding his fingers through her wet folds.

“Condom,” she reminded him but he only growled a low “of course” and grabbed into the pocket of his jacket. He hadn’t even stripped out of his clothes yet but was already rolling the condom over his hard cock. Not that Jazz minded, she didn’t want to wait any longer either. So when he lined up and pushed into her she arched her back and moaned, her breasts left the glass surface just for Riki to wrap an arm around her, his hand finding her breast, thumb and index finger tugging and rolling the nipple into stiffness.

This felt so good after all the teasing, the sudden stimulation made her cry out. She pushed herself up, her hands still on the copy machine, but her head rested now against his shoulder. He grabbed her chin with his free hand and angled her head so they could kiss. Sloppy, messy kisses, tongues touching and dancing. He pounded into her, now completely in charge, without holding back. Jazz wasn’t the submissive type, but she loved to give up control every now and then, just enjoyed the sheer force of his thrusts, the incredible feeling of getting fucked by him. So when he put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down on the glass she didn’t resist. And when he snaked a hand towards her breast again she made it easy for him by lifting her upper body just a tiny bit.

“Make a… copy…” he panted and Jazz closed her eyes, turned her face away and pushed the button, several times with some seconds in between. She only stopped when Riki’s other hand slipped between her thighs, searched and found her clit only to rub it. Jazz gasped loudly, her legs started to tremble, the pressure in her lower belly grew, made her impatient and needy.

“More… harder…” She wasn’t the type to cry out the name of the guy she was sleeping with – too dangerous; what if it was the wrong name? – but she couldn’t stay silent either.

“You like this… don’t you? Greedy… little… pussy…” Riki’s voice sounded strained but proud. Jazz added ‘dirty talk’ to her mental report. Some liked it, some didn’t. She was fine with it as long as it stayed at least a bit classy. So far she liked it.

“Yeah, I love it… come on… fuck me harder…”

He groaned and increased his pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

“Gonna make you come so hard… gonna make you scream my name…” he growled.

She could already feel it in her toes, the tingling, the tension in her muscles, the heat on her skin. Riki’s fingers rubbed her furiously and with a choked out cry she came, eyes closed, hands grabbing the edge of the copy machine, her core clenching around him while the ecstasy and the relief washed through her in waves, in time with her own racing heartbeat.

Riki slowed down, waited until she relaxed again and almost slumped down on the copy machine before he pulled out and spun her around. He kissed her, hungry and passionately, and walked her over to the small table, helped her onto it before he pulled her hips to the edge and pushed back into her. Jazz wrapped her arms around his neck, she needed the support now, too tired and sated after the orgasm she just had. Riki moved a bit slower now, the push and pull of his cock inside of her almost too much. But just almost. They kissed more now that they had the chance but eventually Riki leaned down, made her lie back on the table so he could watch and touch her breasts while he slammed into her, again and again.

She knew she wouldn’t come a second time so she simply enjoyed it, savored the moment without chasing another release. In the position she was in there was nothing for her to do, no chance to increase the pleasure for him so Jazz simply surrendered her body to him, let him move her into any position that he wanted.

Riki grabbed her legs, pulled them up and against his chest so that her heels framed his face, the sight making her chuckle lightly but it was surprisingly sexy. One of his hands kept her legs in place, the other played with her nipples. He seemed close, his thrusts were erratic now, he panted and groaned more, his eyes closed.

“So good… for me… so good…” he grunted and Jazz moaned, let the praise wash over her. Obviously he liked being vocal and she didn’t mind so she decided to play that game with him.

“What if… anyone hears us?”

“Don’t care… let them… hear…” He was moaning and grunting with each thrust, the squeaking of the table – hopefully it wouldn’t brake – and the sounds of their fucking filled the whole room.

“You’d like that…? For others to hear… how good you are… fucking me…?” His reaction to her questions was obvious, he sped up even more, his grip tightened.

“Hell yes…” he panted and she knew she could tip him over the edge by keep talking.

“Want them… to hear me… beg you for it? Scream for you… and your huge… cock?” That was it. That was all it took.

With a low growl he came, clutching her legs tightly, his hips jerked a few times before he finally stilled. Heavily breathing he let go of her legs and Jazz slid them down, let them dangle over the edge of the table, trying to catch her breath. Riki pulled out and took care of the condom while Jazz sat up and hopped from the table, walked on wobbly legs over to get her bra and fixed her clothes. Riki was already puling up his pants and readjusting his tie.

With a smile Jazz grabbed the copies that showed her breasts and his hand in changing variations.

“We better make sure not to forget any of those,” she remarked and he chuckled.

“Even if, there’s no way telling whom those belong to. But we better clean the copy machine a bit. Jazz reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of fabric – her panties.

“Here, that should work.”

Riki raised an eyebrow but took the panties and wiped the glass of the copy machine until he was satisfied.

“And now I better take you home.”

Jazz nodded and followed him out of the copy room, down the hallway into the elevator.

“So… what do you say?” Riki asked casually.

“You have a nice office,” Jazz answered, suppressing her grin. She knew what he wanted to know.

“Not that. How was I?”

“Shouldn’t we have this conversation somewhere more private? Maybe in your car?”

Riki rolled his eyes but waited until they were in the car to repeat his question.

“You were surprisingly good. Usually the handsome and successful guys don’t make much of an effort. And you have great stamina and self control, that’s really good. The dirty talk is something I have to mention, not everyone likes that. Altogether you were one of the best clients so far.”

He smirked, completely satisfied with himself, but he couldn’t help asking: “Top 3?”

Jazz huffed a small laugh. “Top 5.”

His head jerked around and he frowned at her. “Top 5? I want another go. I’m sure I can get better.”

She shook her head. “Sorry, that wouldn’t be fair. I can only rate one encounter.”

He stayed silent until they reached her apartment and Jazz just wanted to get out of the car.

“Hey, if you ever feel like having dinner with me again, call me, okay?”

Jazz smiled softly. “Thank you, but I think you have no lack of dinner company. I will send you some suitable dating candidates soon. If you have any questions left, call at the agency. Good night, Riki.”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before she opened the door and got out, waving a last time before she went into her apartment.

Only when she was getting ready for bed she noticed that she wasn’t wearing her panties. Oh well, she would have to add that to his bill, then. Again.

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