MJS Client report rewind: Jazz x Soryu Oh

“Have I ever told you about my first client?” Jazz asked after reading the report H had given her. It was a very good report, detailed with great descriptions.

“No, can’t say you have,” H answered and looked at Jazz expectantly.

“Yeah, well, that isn’t a story I’m proud of to be honest. The first client ever and I lost him, just like that. It wasn’t my fault, of course not, but still… it kinda bugs me, even today.” She made a face to show her annoyance with the whole matter.

“Now I’m intrigued,” H said with a laugh. Of course she was. Jazz smiled and leaned back in her chair.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. So back then when we had first started MJS, most of our clients came after getting recommended by friends or acquaintances…”


Jazz double checked the address again, trying her best not to mess this whole thing up. She was a bit nervous although it wasn’t the sex part that made her uneasy. No, it was the acting. Her client had made clear that he didn’t like chatty women, found them loud and annoying. During their few meetings Jazz had soon realized that he was looking for a quiet, simple woman. A ‘stay at home and make dinner’ kind of woman. Someone who would take care of him after a long day in the company that he led, who would listen to his problems without judging, who would wait for him even if he had to work odd hours.

Someone just the opposite of Jazz who was used to stand on her own two feet, who liked having someone special in her life, liked being in love but wasn’t willing to make that special someone the center of her universe. She wanted someone on par with her, who supported her just as much as she did with them. But of course she didn’t judge, it wasn’t her place to do so. If that was what the client wanted she would find a suitable match for him. But for now Jazz had to act all coy and quiet, a role she didn’t like at all. It was one thing not to flirt with a client; she could do that, although he was really handsome. But it was another thing to act as if she wasn’t strong and independent.

She sighed. All because Baba had to recommend this guy. Unfortunately this client was also not easy to approach, he was a bit cold and intimidating. When she had asked him why he was looking for a wife through a matchmaking agency he had told her that his family would set him up in an arranged marriage if he wouldn’t marry soon. Something about the family business. He hadn’t elaborated that part any further and she hadn’t asked. It was enough for her to know that he indeed wanted to have a say in his partner, so that was a good thing.

Jazz smoothed down her simple, navy blue dress. She had opted for an almost plain look, nothing fancy. Dress, flats, hair in a braid. The girl from next door look without looking cheap.

As soon as she entered his place she smelled food and smiled at him.

“Good evening, Mr. Oh. You are cooking?” she asked, genuinely surprised, and he nodded sheepishly.

“I try.”

She was still amazed how tight lipped he could be, but she didn’t mind. She had most of his profile already done, this now was more about her observing than actually communicating verbally. But a man who could cook? That was a plus.

She waited for him to invite her in fully or do anything, but he only stood there, obviously unsure how to start. Jazz frowned slightly.

“Wait, is that…? Something smells burnt…”

Mr. Oh paled and rushed towards the kitchen and Jazz followed him, just in time to see him dragging a pan off the stove. Black smoke was billowing out if it and Jazz immediately rushed over, threw a pot lid on the pan and took it out of his hand to throw the pan with its charcoaled content into the sink. The hot metal hissed when she turned on the water and soaked the whole pan.

“When you said you tried to cook you really meant it, huh?” Jazz had to hold in her laughter, she didn’t want him to think she was laughing at him, but the way he looked was just too much. As if he really had no idea how this could have happened. Jazz turned the stove off and asked him to open a window.

“So, Mr. Oh,” she said, cringing the unintentional rhyme, “what were you planning to cook?”

“Fish,” he said in a small voice. Well, it did smell like burnt fish, so Jazz trusted him in this.

“Have you ever tried to make fish before?” She was rummaging through his cabinets and was amazed at the emptiness of them. Obviously not a passionate cook, that Mr. Oh.

“No. But I thought a home cooked meal would be something nice for a first date.”

“You are right, it’s a good idea. Ah.” With a wide grin she pulled some soda powder out of a cabinet. “But I think we should rescue your pan first and then we decided what to do about dinner, okay?” She scraped the remaining, black and crispy fish out of the pan and poured some water into it, added some soda and placed the pan back on the stove.

“Okay, that should work.” She turned around and smiled at her client who watched her carefully. “I like what you did with your hair, by the way. Makes you look much easier to approach.” She motioned towards his bangs that now fell into his face instead of being slacked back like on their earlier meetings.

“Thank you,” he mumbled and looked to the side, faintly blushing. So far Jazz had seen him as cold, controlled, almost intimidating. But now there was something about him, something different that put her at ease a bit. This evening could work out just fine.

“So, now that we have taken care of your pan, let’s see if we can improvise some dinner. What do you have in your fridge?” She was still smiling but her smile dropped when she opened the fridge. Almost as empty as the rest of the kitchen.

“I have rice,” he said, almost apologetically. “It’s already in the cooker.” Jazz quickly checked the rice, it still had time. Obviously he was at least able to follow the instructions for a rice cooker.

“So, you have rice and some eggs… are they fresh?”

He stared at her blankly so she sighed and grabbed a bowl, filled it with water and put an egg into it. It sank.

“Okay, so they are fresh. Rice and eggs – omelets?”

“What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.

“A home cooked meal. Nothing fancy, but I guess that’s all I can whip up with the things you’re having at home. Or do you want to go grocery shopping first, Mr. Oh?” She waited for his answer, the still dripping egg in her hand.

“Oh, uhm, no, that’s fine. Omelets. Okay.” He scratched the back of his neck and Jazz smiled at the unexpectedly cute gesture. “And it’s Soryu.”

“Okay, Soryu. Would you like to help me?”

He nodded shyly and Jazz handed him the bowl, now without the water.

“Can you crack the eggs open without getting the shell into the bowl?” she asked, not sure how to estimate his cooking skills just yet.

“I can try,” he answered and every alarm bell in her head started ringing.

“Well, maybe I should do that myself. How about you get another pan and some oil?” She started opening the eggs with practiced ease and scrambled them with a fork, not even bothering getting a whisk. Salt, pepper, a dash of milk.

“I’m not really used to Japanese cooking yet, so I hope you are okay when it turns out more European than anything else,” she casually said and looked up just to find him staring at her.

“Put the pan on the stove, but only mild heat. Then pour a dash of oil into the pan. It has to heat up first,” she instructed and he did as he was told. At least he wanted to learn, that was something Jazz could respect.

When the pan was hot enough Jazz poured the eggs into it and turned down the heat further.

“The secret is to just let it rest. Don’t stir, don’t shake the pan. Just wait until the edges curl up a bit, that’s the sign it’s done.” She inspected the rice cooker and turned it off, scooped some of the rice out and tried it.

“Do you have salad? Or veggies? Or did you plan a meal of rice and fish only?” She looked around in the kitchen and he shrugged.

“I had thought some salad would be okay.”

“Great, let’s prepare that next.”

Soryu handed her the lettuce and Jazz quickly washed it and shook it dry over the sink.

“Can you cut this?” she asked, not sure if she should trust him with the kitchen knife.

“I can,” he confidentially answered. She watched him and when she was sure that he wouldn’t cut off his fingertips she turned back towards the pan.

“See? It’s almost done. The surface isn’t liquid anymore, and it looks nice and fluffy. But we have to get it out before it gets too dry.”

Soryu handed her a spatula but Jazz only clicked her tongue.

“Not like this. Give me a plate, please.” She took the plate and set it down on the counter before she took the pan, shook it gently so the omelet slid towards the rim of the pan before she let it glide on the plate. She quickly prepared a second omelet, filled the first one with the rice and flipped one half of it over the rice.

“Do you want ketchup?” she asked before she added: “Do you HAVE ketchup?” He nodded and Jazz took the bottle he handed her before she decorated the omelet with a heart of tomato sauce.

“Here you are. You can already set the table and take the salad out, I quickly whip up some dressing and finish the other omelet.”

Jazz practically ushered him out of his own kitchen but was done five minutes later.

Once they were sitting at the table, a glass of wine in front of them, Soryu looked at her.

“I didn’t expect you to know how to cook.”

“A girl has to eat,” she said with a shrug. “Just because I’m a working woman doesn’t mean I can’t do domestic. I can, I just don’t see it as my purpose in life. People aren’t all black and white, after all. I can be everything I want and I’m definitely more than what meets the eye.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to offend you,” he quietly said but Jazz shook her head.

“You haven’t. I just wanted to say that people can surprise you every now and then. And sometimes it’s a pleasant surprise.” She smiled at him before she took a first bite of her omelet. It was okay. Nothing fancy, but okay.

Soryu seemed to think differently. He smiled at the first bite, and at the second one. Jazz was surprised, she had expected him to be used to fancy cuisine, not that something simple like omelets made him happy like this. But he also was a man full of surprises.

After their meal Jazz looked around his living room, drawn towards his book shelf.

“You like books?” He was standing behind her, their wine glasses refilled in his hands. Jazz turned around and took her glass, smiled gratefully and nodded.

“I love books. Half of my apartment is full with books. Fantasy, fiction, science. I love reading, it’s a nice way to relax after a hard day.”

“Yes, I feel the same.” They shared a smile and Jazz raised an eyebrow.

“So, you have a lot of detective’s novels. I have some friends that are cops, they say some of those stories are really good.” She took a sip of her wine.

“Oh, you are friends with cops? I’m also acquainted with a detective, but I guess he’s the anti thesis to the detectives in these books.”

Jazz chuckled, thinking about Kyobashi who wasn’t the image of a proper cop either. The conversation ran dry and she wasn’t sure how straight forward she should be with him. Was it okay for her to initiate the first kiss? Or would he want to do that? He wasn’t into aggressive women but as shy as he appeared sometimes it could take ages before he made a move.

“How about we take a seat?” she asked and motioned towards the couch. Soryu nodded and followed her.

“This evening isn’t going as I have expected,” he suddenly confessed and she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Is that so? What had you expected?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought it would be so – nice.” He shrugged.

“You thought I would waltz in here and push you down on your bed?” she teasingly asked.

“Something like that, yes.” The faint blush was back.

“And would you like me to do that?” She already knew the answer to that but asked anyway.

“Not really. But somehow I find it difficult to get from the dinner table or the couch to – well, to the bedroom.” He was blushing deeper and Jazz found herself liking him even more.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You know this is part of my evaluation process, my profiling. That doesn’t mean it has to be like some business transaction. We can start with easy things. Like kissing.”

Jazz turned a bit to face him, lips slightly parted and curled up a bit into a faint smile. He still hesitated so she took his hand and pressed his palm against her lips before she put it against her cheek. She was a bit surprised when she felt his thumb gently brushing her lips before he leaned in and kissed her softly, just testing at first.

Soon he cupped her face with both hands while she was sitting in his lap, exchanging kiss after kiss after kiss. Playful kisses, hot and dirty kisses, sweet and light kisses – the whole range. Jazz was grinding down on him, and although she enjoyed the kissing she was wondering if that would be all they would do. But then his hands slid down and cupped her ass, pressed her closer against him and Jazz smiled into the kiss.

“You… we don’t… have to…” he panted but Jazz cut him off with another kiss.

“I want to,” she whispered back and it was true. She was more than willing to sleep with him, not as part of her job – she didn’t even see it that way – but because he was surprisingly sweet and a great kisser. She had already slept with guys that had to offer less than this.

Still panting she rested her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath, staring into his eyes as good as possible in this position. “I wouldn’t do anything I don’t want to.”

He exhaled deeply, struggling with a decision. She wouldn’t make him, her own pride prevented her from pointing out the contract they had. She wanted him to want her. That simple. He didn’t have to fall in love with her – god forbid! – but she was confident about her looks and her body and wanted him to lust after her at least. Some ego boost.

“But… not here.” He gently pushed her off a bit and Jazz scrambled off his lap, waiting for him to take the lead. He took her hand instead. It was funny, kissing, making out, having sex – all that was totally fine for her. But when he took her hand… well, she tried not to let those sweet gestures affect her too much.

Once in the bedroom he kissed her again and started tugging at the hem of her dress until she raised her arms and let him pull it off her. She wore simple underwear, a matching bra and panties, but no lace, not satin, simple black cotton. But the way his eyes lit up told her that she had picked the right style.

“I’m glad you’re not wearing your suit,” she said and slid her hands under his dark sweater. No t-shirt underneath. And he felt all firm and toned under her fingertips. Soryu took the cue and the sweater off, letting it drop on the floor without a care.

“You said you wanted to get to know the private me,” he explained and pulled her closer again. She snuggled into his broad chest, sighing slightly at the warmth of his skin.

“I did. And I like what I see,” she cheekily said, making him blush slightly. “Working for a security company demands you to stay in shape, huh?” She could feel him tense under her touch and assumed he was being shy again.

When her hands lightly rested on the waistband of his pants, her eyes fixed on his face to gauge his reaction, he exhaled deeply.

“May I?” It was only a whisper, more for her to gather the courage than actually get permission, but he nodded and she opened his pants, slid her fingertips under the waistband and brushed against the sensitive skin of his lower stomach, making him gasp.

Slow. Jazz took it slow. There was no mad rush, no passion driven yanking the clothes off each other. It was slow and sweet, the lust and hunger steadily increasing. Once they were naked, standing bare in front of each other, touching and kissing wherever they could reach, his hesitation seemed to have vanished.  He walked her backwards towards the bed until her legs hit the cool wood, pushed her down into a sitting position and motioned for her to scoot further onto the bed while he quickly opened a drawer and got a condom.

Jazz waited for him, lying on her side in the middle of the bed. His gaze roamed her body, from the toes up to her face, and he smiled.

“You are-“

She shook her head. “I know. Don’t say anything, please.” Jazz didn’t want him to create any more intimacy between them, it already felt a bit awkward. He nodded, getting what she meant. Instead he simply got on the bed and into her waiting arms.

They kissed some more, hands roaming each other’s bodies. When she cupped his balls he hissed and Jazz watched him intently while letting her fingers wander upwards to curl around his cock, slowly stroking him although he was already rock hard. She just wanted to feel him in her hand, hot and heavy, slightly twitching.

“Shouldn’t I… take care of you… first?” He had his eyes closed, lips parted and Jazz chuckled.

“The night is still young. Don’t worry, you will get your chance.”

Although Selina, Miho and Jazz had agreed that they would only make their report based on one sexual encounter, only one round, there was no rule against having more than one time sex with a client after all. As long as it happened all in one night. No repeat visits allowed. So Jazz was sure that she would get to enjoy this, no matter how.

“No,” he growled and rolled her on her back, making her squeak lightly. She laughed but stopped the moment he covered her body with his, his cock pressed against her thigh, mouth firmly on hers. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and let him go on, after all she was there to find out how he was in bed. She knew that she was good after all.

His lips traveled down her body, from her mouth to her jaw line, down her neck, kissing and licking until he reached her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth while brushing the other with his fingertips into stiffness, making her squirm under him. Once he had made his way between her thighs he hesitated and Jazz wondered just how much experience he had. He had said that he had sex before and he had filled in the form with the sex related questions, but still. The way he treated her didn’t speak of a very experienced lover. Although there was nothing wrong with that.

She relaxed and just waited, almost missed the first, feather light touch of his tongue on her sex. The next lick was already firmer and soon he was flicking her clit, licking her folds and nibbling at the insides of her thighs. When she came on his tongue, toes curled and fingers digging into the sheets, he gave her a moment to come down again and rolled the condom over his cock.

Back on top of her he kissed her slowly, sweetly, and Jazz sighed, completely contented. Until she felt his cock slowly pushing into her. She was still sensitive from her orgasm and instantly clenched around him, making him stop and groan lowly. A deep breath later he moved again, in and out, deeper with every new thrust. He kissed her, only pulled back when he needed air and Jazz leaned up a bit, her face close to his, sharing a breath, sharing a kiss.

Soryu had started slow and seemed determined to keep it that way. He wasn’t slamming into her, hard and fast as she liked it, but sweet and gentle, rocking their bodies with deep thrusts but stayed close as much as possible. Sweat pooled where their bodies touched, the heat and pressure inside of her kept building again.

Soryu changed his pattern, from long and deep thrusts he went to a deep and dirty grind, barely pulling out but continuously hitting against a sweet spot he had found earlier. Especially when he slid a hand under her ass so that she tilted her hips a bit. Jazz gasped and moaned, unable to form coherent words, just wanting to savor this feeling.

“Can you… come again…?” He was already so close, she could feel the tension in his body. Could she come again? Probably not.

“N-no… it’s… okay… just… come for… me…”

With his lips almost devouring hers he increased his pace, slammed into her harder now, faster, until he tensed, his thrusts faltered and he panted against her lips, his hand under her ass grabbing her hard.

Soryu slumped down on her a bit, still careful not to crush her, and kissed her softly. After he had pulled out and cleaned up a bit he lay down on his back and Jazz snuggled close to his side. Her hand lazily drew random patterns on his skin, just lying there and enjoying the slightly sore but thoroughly satisfied afterglow.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked and Jazz sighed. They had to talk about that sooner or later. Obviously it was sooner.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asked back. “I can go or I can stay a bit. Whatever you want. I’m fine either way.” It was a lie, she’d rather stay a bit but would do what he preferred. He was the client after all.

“I have hoped you would stay a bit,” he quietly said.

“Then I’m staying.” She smiled into the dark room. There was nothing wrong about staying, she wasn’t falling for him. Just enjoying this night so far.

“You don’t happen to have some ice cream or something?” The hope in her voice made him smile this time.

“Actually I do. Feel free to raid my freezer.”

Jazz chuckled and slowly got up.

“Do you have a robe I could borrow? Or something like that?” She was comfortable being naked but it was getting chilly.

“You can take my shirt if you want to,” he offered, turned on the bedside lamp and pointed towards a chair where his dress jacket and shirt hung. Jazz padded over to the chair and picked up his jacket to get to his shirt that was underneath. She froze. Blinked once. Slowly let his jacket sink back on the chair.

“I just remembered I need to get back… early appointment tomorrow,” she stammered and started picking up her clothes. She quickly put in her bra and threw over her dress, still looking for her panties. Whatever, forget the panties!

“Is everything alright?” he asked, a bit puzzled. “Did I do anything wrong?”

Jazz flashed him a tense smile. “N-no, nothing, just – I really have to go. No need to see me to the door.” She practically fled the room when he got up, grabbing her purse and her shoes on the way out.

Soryu hurried over to the chair to see what had changed her mind and behavior like that. Shit. There it was, his gun and holster. He had completely forgotten that it was still with his jacket! Shit!

“Jazz! Wait!” Stark naked he chased after her, only catching her at the door. It was locked of course, for safety reasons.

She stared at him with wide eyes, still trying to control her panic. She had to think. Focus!

“Jazz! I can explain-“ he started but she shook her head.

“Are you a cop?” she asked, voice slightly shaking.

He shook his head.

“Do you even have a license to carry that thing?”

Another shake of his head.

“Will – will you kill me now?” Her voice was tiny, her heart raced for a completely different reason than just half an hour ago.

“Of course not! I would never – listen, this is…”

“Do you need that thing for work? Security and stuff?” Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a logical reason.

“I – need it for my job, yes.” He seemed harder now, scarier. Sadder.

“You lied to me,” she stated, still shaking and hoping to get out of there as fast as possible.

“I did,” he admitted calmly.

“Under – under these circumstances I have to revoke our contract…”

He nodded once. “I understand.”

Slowly he reached out towards her and Jazz closed her eyes tightly until she heard the lock being opened.

“I – the confidentiality agreement is still valid,” she timidly said and he nodded again.

“Of course.”

As soon as the door was open she ran outside, bare footed, her shoes and purse tightly pressed against her chest.

The next day she had calmed down a bit. She wasn’t scared anymore. She was angry. So when she ran into Baba the next time she took her anger out on him – she couldn’t possibly do that with Soryu.

“Hey, pretty-“ he started but Jazz cut him off.

“Are you completely nuts?! How can you send me a client like that?!” She was furious, jabbed her index finger into his chest and drove him backwards against a wall.

“What do you mean?” Baba played the clueless guy. Perfect.

“I mean that gun-wielding criminal you sent to MJS! Do you really think I could match him up with some nice, normal woman?! I have some responsibility towards my female clients after all!”

“Hey, hey, calm down a bit. What did he tell you?” Baba was serious now but Jazz only snorted once.

“Nothing. I found his gun. Baba, this is not America. It’s not common to have a gun. And he has admitted that it’s not a legal one. So you better think of a way to make it up to me because I’m really pissed at you,” she hissed.

“So you won’t find him a nice wife?”

“Are you stupid? No!” She glared at him, ready to rip him a new one.

“That’s a shame. He’s a decent guy for a mobster,” Baba casually said. Jazz paled.

“M-mobster? I thought he was just some criminal…” she stammered. “You set me up with a fucking mobster?!”

“Oh. Oops.” He shrugged and Jazz just lost it. She yanked Baba down at his tie.

“You. Owe. Me. Big time.” She pressed the words out between gritted teeth and Baba suddenly realized that she wasn’t joking. At all.

She pushed him back against the wall and stepped back. Her head spun. Soryu had been so sweet after she had gotten a glimpse behind the cold façade. Fuck, she had really liked him! For a moment Jazz considered kicking Baba in the balls, just to feel better, but she didn’t. It was better if he owed her a favor. A huge one.

She turned around and stomped away, in the mood to shatter some cups and dishes.


“And that was the moment we decided to get a police report of every client.”

She grinned at H, having left out some of the more intimate and especially scary facts.

“Wow… the first client messed up like that and you still didn’t throw in the towel? Respect,” H said with a slow nod.

Jazz sighed. “Well, to his defense, he was really good…” She shook her head slightly.

“Anyway, here’s the profile of your next client. A cop. Tennoji. I know his coworker and he says it’s a decent guy. Call me if you have questions, okay?” She slid a folder over the desk and smiled at H.

In the end everything had worked out for her after all. Baba was test driving female clients without pay, Soryu had sent a check with a dizzying sum of money written on it – something Jazz knew was meant as apology as well as redemption, but she couldn’t help feeling betrayed and humiliated by it. Her next client had been perfectly nice and pleasant, not a criminal or mobster, and she had soon forgotten about Soryu. Although Miho and Selina still teased her for losing her first client ever.

But sometimes, when she was alone at home, reading a book, she remembered him. His gentle touch, the rare, kind smile. The sadness in his eyes when she told him she wanted to revoke the contract. He had been lonely deep inside and Jazz had seen it. It was a shame that no one would see him for who he was, not what his job was. But Jazz did. And she would remember him.


MJS Client report: Jazz x Kunihiko Aikawa (mature)

Jazz opened the door after a moment of hesitation. A bar. A sports bar. Well, in her job she met a lot of different people and it took her to a lot of different places, but this was her first time in a sports bar. She mentally patted her back for remembering to bring some more business cards than usual. There would certainly be some men inside, maybe even some that were interested in finding the right woman. Not that Jazz was thinking of settling down herself, but she was a rational and business orientated woman and since her business was to bring men and women together she was always looking for said men and women.
But today she was here for another reason. She still had to finish the profile for her new client, Kunihiko Aikawa. A promising young entrepreneur, CEO of his own company, good looking, smart – should be easy enough to find some women interested in him in her database. But as a good matchmaking agent she wanted to know everything about him that would help her to find the perfect wife for him. And she intended on being thorough. 

Jazz walked towards the counter, pleasantly surprised that Mr. Aikawa was laughing, standing behind the bar in some casual clothes. This was a side of him she hadn’t expected to see but it helped her to understand him and his needs in a partner better. Obviously he wasn’t just some workaholic. Good. It made her job easier if her client was actually able to enjoy himself. Let his guard down.“Miss Mann! Glad you made it,” he cheerfully greeted her and she sat down with a smile. There were other patrons at the bar, all men, and some of them eyed her rather blatantly.

“Mr. Aikawa, I didn’t know you have a bar.” She ignored the black haired men next to her who stared at her, gave her a once over from head to toes.

“Well, it’s more a hobby than actual business. Most of my regulars are already here and they are actually my friends more than paying customers. But I spend quite a bit of my time in here and I thought you might want to add that.” He motioned towards the clipboard she was holding.

“Don’t you want to introduce us to this gorgeous creature?” The man next to her shot her a flirtatious smile. Oh god, one of those.

“This is Miss Mann, and she’s… uhm…” Mr. Aikawa scratched his nose and looked at Jazz who smiled.

“Hello, I’m Jazz Mann and Mr. Aikawa is currently in my care for a business matter.”

“Business? How boring. A stunning woman like you shouldn’t be forced to spend her evening with business meetings. I am Takamasa Saeki and I would love to-“

She raised a hand and cut him off in a sweet voice. “I can imagine what you would love to do, but I have to decline. And don’t worry about me. I am perfectly able to find some – pleasant aspects even about my work.”

She laughed at his stunned expression and turned back towards Mr. Aikawa.

“If it’s a bad time just now I can come back later.”

“No, it’s fine. I just wanted to close for tonight anyway.” A bit louder he added: “You heard it, guys. Drink up, I’m closing the bar.”

The other men grumbled and Jazz couldn’t help but smile at their banter on the way out. But she was also glad that they left. It had been a long day already and she didn’t want this to take longer than necessary. She wasn’t there for the others, only for Mr. Aikawa.

“Have you eaten yet? I could quickly whip something up,” he offered after he had locked the door.

She smiled. “You cook?”

He shrugged. “A bit. Nothing fancy, but my guests never complain.”

She quickly made a note of that. “So what’s your signature dish?”

“Pasta Neapolitana,” he confidently announced. “Do you want to try it?”

She nodded and made another note. A successful man who could cook – she would have to troubles finding someone interested in him. He scurried of into the kitchen only to come back after some moments of rummaging.

“Do you want some wine with your dinner? Or, uhm, can’t you because you’re on duty?”

Duty, yes… Jazz smiled at him. “It’s fine, a glass of wine sounds good. Will you join me, Mr. Aikawa?” She knew of the suggestive notion of her words and bated her eyelashes at him only to see him blush lightly. God, how she loved it when men blushed for her.

“I’m actually not that good with alcohol,” he admitted only to make her tilt her head a bit.

“You are running a bar for fun but can’t drink? That’s definitely unusual. But I think a lot of women like men who don’t drink. Or at least who know their limit.”

“Well, one glass won’t hurt me. But it has to stay the only one after all.”

He set two plates with pasta down on a table and went back behind the bar to fetch glasses and a bottle of wine. Jazz was still sitting at the bar but followed him to the table. It was a bit like a date and she smiled. He definitely got bonus points for that. Some clients directly started undressing them or her once the door was closed behind her, but someone who set the mood was much appreciated. Even if this was still business after all.

They clinked glasses, but he didn’t seem to know what to toast to, so Jazz smiled and said: “To a nice evening,” making him smile in relief.

After a sip and a first bite of pasta her eyes widened. “Mr. Aikawa, this is delicious!”

“Please, call me Kunihiko. Mr. Aikawa sounds as if I’m in the office and that’s a bit awkward right now.”

She smiled even brighter and raised her glass again. “Well, in that case: to a successful evening, Kunihiko.”

He huffed a short laugh but also raised his glass. “To a nice AND successful evening. Jazz.” The way he added her first name send a promising shiver through her spine. Some appointments were definitely more fun than others. And sometimes she almost regretted that she had to actually arrange a meeting with another woman in the end, especially if the client was as handsome and considerate as Kunihiko.

She quickly pushed these thoughts aside and focused on her dinner.

“Say Kunihiko, what kind of woman are you looking for? I can imagine you can’t complain about a lack of interest, so why did you come to our agency?” She took another bite of the pasta. No way that man had troubles finding a girlfriend!

He blushed again. How cute!

“Well, mostly because Takao talked me into it. He says I need to find someone to settle down. And since I’m not looking for ANYONE he suggested I get help.”

Mr. Maruyama… well, Jazz wouldn’t complain, Kunihiko was her favorite client so far.

“What kind of woman are you looking for? Tall or small? Blonde, redhead, brunette? Boobs, legs, booty?” She chuckled when he almost choked on his pasta.

“It’s okay, we all have preferences. I just want to know what I should be looking for,” she assured him.

“What about you?” he deflected the question. “What do you like?”

“Well, I’m not looking for someone right now, but I like my men tall, dark and handsome. Broad shoulders. Confident. And funny.”

“That’s me,” he jokingly said and Jazz took another sip of her wine, looking at him over the rim of the glass.

“Yes, that’s you.” She nodded and put the glass down. “Your turn. What do you like in a woman?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Not too tall. And not too skinny. I like a bit of curves.” He blushed slightly and Jazz leaned forwards a bit, giving him a better view of her cleavage.

“Cheerful and not too calm. Rather cute than sexy. But not childish, just – not too flashy.”

Jazz nodded. She had a good impression of what he wanted. “Age range?”

He shrugged. “Not too young. I have a younger niece and it would feel awkward if my wife is as old as the girl I used to babysit. Five years in both directions.”

She nodded.

“How about you? Age wise, I mean.” He looked at her intently and Jazz smiled.

“I like my men like my wine. Mature, with character.” She took another sip while holding his gaze. “Just like this one.” Maybe she should stop after one glass of wine. This was far too much fun and flirting for a business meeting. Sometimes she forgot that things shouldn’t get too personal. But she would have sex with him after all, it couldn’t hurt to create a comfortable atmosphere, and maybe a little spark.

She put her glass down and pushed the plate a bit away, indicating that she had finished her dinner. She shouldn’t eat too much now, she still had to work after all.

“How about some dessert now?” She smiled at him, promising and with a hint of teasing.

He quickly followed her example and put his cutlery down. “Sure, what would you like? There’s ice cream and – oh.“

His eyes went wide a bit when Jazz stood up and came over to him, waited until he had pushed his chair back a bit and straddled his lap. This was why she was here after all. Not the food or the wine. Just the dessert.

“Relax,” she whispered and put his hands on her hips. “Think of this as our third date. You know what they say about third dates, do you?”

He swallowed and nodded. There it was, the moment before the first kiss. She loved it, the anticipation, the tension. The build up. She saw his gaze flicker towards her lips and back to her eyes. Oh, she wouldn’t initiate it, that wasn’t part of the plan. She wanted him to take charge, after all this wasn’t about her skills. She knew that she was good, but she needed to find out how he was.

When he reached up and cupped her cheek gently she gave him an extra point for creating intimacy. When he brushed her lips with his at first he earned an extra point for teasing. And when he finally kissed her, really kissed her, she stopped giving points. This was just too good. She let herself get swept away by his kisses, the taste of the wine still lingering between them. A low rumble in his throat made her moan. God, this was really, really good. Gold star for kissing.

His tongue nudged hers, teasing, testing, just with the right amount of pressure. She welcomed him, returned his kiss with the same intensity he showed. His hand slid into her hair, pulled her closer and made her tilt her head while his other hand found the small of her back. She grabbed his shoulders for support and let him pull her into his lap, gently rocking against him. Oh, wow… yeah, she definitely wasn’t the only one affected by this kiss. She teasingly started to move her hips some more, trying to get an impression of what was awaiting her.

Well, she definitely was in for a treat it seemed.

She pulled away, brushed some stray strands of hair out of his face and raised an eyebrow.

“So, this is what you had in mind when you invited me here? Getting naughty in your bar? What would he health inspector say?” She rocked her hips again, making him groan, the hand in the small of her back grabbing her tightly.

“Not exactly… but I wouldn’t object…” He had his eyes closed, his head thrown back a bit. Jazz leaned in and kissed his neck, licked a strip over is throat before she sat up straight again.

“Tell me what you had planned? Do you want to bend me over the bar? Have me on a table? Stay just like this?”

There was a lot she could learn about a client just by the way they plan this special interrogation session. Some wanted her to come to their home – which gave her a good opportunity to find out more about them and their way of life. Some had asked her to come to their office or work place. Some chose ‘neutral grounds’, hotels for example. But this was the first time someone had invited her to a bar.

“Actually I wasn’t even sure what would happen, so I haven’t thought that far,” he admitted, looking a bit flushed and out of breath. Adorable. “But I have a room upstairs. With a couch…”

She giggled slightly. “I haven’t had sex on a couch since my student days… well, that could be fun.” She tried to get up but his hand held her back, pressing against her to keep her in place.

“We can go there. Later. For now I like it where we are.” He looked at her expectantly, his violet eyes dark, his hair slightly disheveled. She slowly shifted her weight, sank back down on his lap, biting her bottom lip. When she felt the hard bulge under her she moaned lowly, slowly grinding against him.

“You know my profile…” she whispered, teeth grazing his earlobe. “You know what I’m willing to do and what’s off limits. Now show me what you’ve got…”

He kissed her again, hungry and needy. It made her head spin, her skin tingle and her hips rock against him. Full score for kissing, no question.

She didn’t mind when his hands started tugging her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, fingers sliding under the hem to touch her bare skin. She encouraged him by leaning back a bit, her hands on his knees for support, her back arched. He unbuttoned her blouse, one button after the other, slowly, teasing. Once he was done he pushed the fabric out if the way, his eyes followed his fingertips while they trailed from her sternum down, over the valley of her breasts to her belly button. His movements were unhurried but he focused completely on her. Definitely some extra points for that.

Jazz rolled her hips a bit, seeking friction, and he chuckled lowly. She sat up straight again, let the blouse drop to the floor and grabbed the hem of his black sweater, pulled it up and off him. He was toned, not overly packed but fit. Broad shoulders, strong arms, a firm chest. A bit of chest hair, not too much but enough to give him a very manly appeal. When she looked a bit lower she noticed the happy trail disappearing into his pants, making her thoughts wander. She looked up at him again, caught her staring at her.

“Now we’re even,” she said with a wink.

“No, we’re not.” He reached behind her and opened the clasp of her bra, pushed the straps down her arms and dangled the bra in front of her before he let it fall to the floor. “Now we’re even.”

His gaze wandered over her naked skin, awe and hunger mixed with growing impatience. She smiled softly at his reaction, her nipples hardening in the cool air, goose bumps crawling over her body. His hands settled on her sides, pulling her up a bit so he could bury his face between her breasts. He groaned softly and she giggled, her hands on his shoulders for support. Her laughter hitched in her throat when his lips found a nipple and closed around it, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. Her fingers dug into his skin and she closed her eyes, her lips parted for a soft sigh.

Kunihiko licked the curve of her heavy breast before he switched to the other side, treating it the same as the first one. Jazz could feel the tingling in her core, the need build up more and more. And she wasn’t the only one.

“Hold on tight,” he rasped, voice hoarse with desire. He got up and Jazz immediately wrapped arms and legs around him, let him carry her over to the stairs. But instead of setting her down so they could go upstairs he pinned her against the wall, mumbled a low “I always wanted to try this,” and kissed her again, grinding against her, making her gasp. His hard cock pressed against her core through several layers of clothes but it sent jolts of arousal through her body.

Her hand buried in his hair she tugged his head back slightly.

“Kunihiko… I want you. Now.” She looked into his eyes, only leaned in for a quick kiss. “Set me down.”

He hummed deep in his throat. “No. Not setting you down.”

Just when she started to get frustrated he moved again, carried her up the stairs into a small room with a couch, a table and some boxes in a corner. This perfect display of his strength gave him some extra points – Jazz wasn’t that heavy, but carrying a grown woman up some stairs was still impressive. And kinda hot.

He didn’t walk them towards the couch but the table, he set her down on the cool surface, her legs dangling from the edge. As soon as she felt the wood under her ass her hands flew to his belt, unbuckling it impatiently while she kept kissing his lips, his neck, his chest. With the same urgency he opened the zipper of her skirt, but since she was sitting he couldn’t just push it down. Instead he pushed the fabric up to reveal as much of her thighs as possible. She had already opened his pants and reached into his boxer briefs to wrap a hand around his hard cock, making him hiss and drop his head on her shoulder. His hand slowly crept hp her thigh until he reached the lace of her panties. His fingers slipped under the last remaining barrier between them and started spreading her wetness over her folds. Jazz tilted her hips slightly until his fingertips found her clit, circled it, making her whimper.

This feverish fumbling felt heavenly. She had a hand on his cock, he had a hand on her pussy. Countless kisses and little nips, encouraging words and teasing glances passed between them, keeping the mood light despite the constantly growing arousal. When she couldn’t take it anymore Jazz pulled her hand back and stopped his, slipped from the table and dropped on her knees in front of him.

“Holy…” he gasped and watched her pulling down his pants and boxers, wrapping a hand around his cock and looking up at him.

“You… you don’t have to…” he started but she shushed him.

“It’s okay, I want to.” She stared at his cock for a moment, hard, heavy in her hand, the tip red and smeared with precum. Nice shape. Good size. Really good size. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to get a first taste. He was salty and slightly bitter, but she liked it. Jazz parted her lips and sucked his tip in, slowly working inch after inch into her mouth until he bumped against the back of her throat. His hand found her hair but he simply kept it there, not pushing or pulling, just seeking more contact. Slowly she started bobbing her head, relaxing jaw and throat as much as possible. She could feel his legs tremble and he hunched over a bit, his free hand resting on the table behind her for support while she swallowed him down as far as she could.

“You better… stop now… god… this is… too good…” He was panting and it sent a surge of pride through her. With a last suck she released him from her mouth only to get pulled up into his arms, his lips firmly pressed against hers. Within seconds he had pushed her skirt and panties down, leaving them both mostly naked. Jazz slipped out of her shoes and pulled away from him, confidently strode over to the couch and sat down, her legs crossed and her arms resting on the backrest.

“Condom,” she reminded him and he quickly nodded, searched his pockets for the foiled package and triumphantly showed it.

“For someone who claims he didn’t knew how this night would go you are awfully well prepared,” she joked and he shrugged with a grin.

“Not knowing doesn’t mean not hoping.”

She patted to the spot next to her and he came over only for her to stop him when he was in front of her. She took the condom, quickly checked it and opened the wrapper. She winked at him before she rolled it over his cock and placed a last teasing kiss on the tip.

Jazz expected him to get on the couch but instead he sank on his knees in front of her this time, parted her legs and pulled her hips closer to the edge. He kept looking at her while he positioned himself and slowly sank into her. Jazz’s eyes fluttered shut, the delicious stretch of his cock and the feeling of finally – FINALLY – having him inside of her almost too much to bear.

He moved with care, definitely holding back. The way he furrowed his brow, pressed his lips together and gripped her hips tightly showed her how much he just wanted to slam into her, but he didn’t. He made sure she had time to adjust, but after a few slow thrusts she knew she could handle more.

“Harder… don’t hold back…” She arched her back, threw her head back and cried out when he followed her order, slammed into her, his hips slapping against hers. He growled, a deep rumble in his chest that made her shiver. He leaned in and captured a nipple between his lips, sucked and bit until it was red and swollen.

Kunihiko pulled her even closer until she was half on the couch, half hovering in the air, her legs around his waist and his hands on her hips. She rested on her elbows, propped up next to her sides, the small of her back against the edge of the couch.

“You feel so good… so tight… and wet for me…” he grunted and kissed her, leaving her breathless. She was just thinking about sliding her hand between her thighs for some additional stimulation when he did it, easily finding her clit and rubbing it with his thumb, eliciting whimpers and cries from her lips.

Between the whole build up, the anticipation, the teasing and the incredible kissing it was no surprise for her to feel the pressure in her core rapidly increasing. She gasped for air, her toes curling, her hands clenching to fists, her whole body going taut. Two more thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside of her, and she came with a loud cry, trembling, clenching, panting. Her eyes were closed and only when the surging pleasure inside of her subsided she opened them again, only to find Kunihiko looking at her with awe, marveling at the sight of her bliss.

Jazz slumped down a bit, exhausted and sated. He had paused for a moment but was still hard inside of her, breathing heavily at the effort of this intense encounter. He carefully lifted her off his lap and helped her on the couch before he joined her again. She eagerly awaited him, arms open, legs parted. His weight in top of her felt just right and when he slipped back into her she caught herself thinking inappropriate and not businesslike thoughts. Jazz quickly pushed them aside, focused on the way he held her now – not that this was helping any – and how he pushed back into her.

She murmured encouraging words into his ear, urged him on, a skillful mixture of dirty talk and sweet spurring on. When his thrusts got erratic, almost frantic she knew he was close. Much to her surprise he kissed her again, moaning into her mouth, and it was exactly that what tipped him over the edge into his own release. A couple of thrusts later he stilled. His breathing was ragged and she could feel his heart racing against her own chest. Kunihiko dropped his head on her shoulder, nuzzled her neck slightly and they stayed like this until they had caught their breath and the air chilled their heated, sweaty bodies.

With a last kiss he pulled out and sat up to take care of the condom and Jazz stretched lazily, tired but satisfied.

“Uhm, will you – do you have to go now?”

She knew it would be better but some clients liked to get a short review of their performance.

“Depends. Do you want me to go?”

He shook his head.

“No. Wait a moment.” He walked towards the boxes and came back with a blanket before he picked up their underwear from the floor. Jazz looked at her panties – soaked through.

“Thanks, I pass for now.”

He blushed slightly but put his boxers on and motioned for her to lie back down before he covered her with the blanket and snuggled close. Okay… this was walking a fine line for her. But it should be okay.

“I – usually I don’t do this,” he mumbled, almost flustered. “I don’t just take women home and have sex.”

She giggled. “Technically you didn’t take me home. Don’t worry about it.” After a few moments in silence she asked: “Do you want to get a review?”

He hesitated. “Will it be good or bad?”

Jazz sighed contentedly. “Definitely good. Honestly, there’s nothing to fault. I really like the way you kiss. Gentle but passionate. Almost caring. Definitely a plus. You were constantly checking if I was enjoying myself. Another plus. Your body and your – equipment… plus and plus. A big plus.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

“You are a naughty girl, huh? Wouldn’t have thought so, you are looking so innocent.”

Jazz gazed at him, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Oh baby, you have seen nothing yet.”


The next morning Jazz came into the agency, wearing the same clothes as the day before. She quickly grabbed her spare outfit that she kept in the office and changed in the washroom.

“Did you have a good meeting?” Miho asked when Jazz came back, the innuendo clear in her voice.

“Yep, it was very – satisfying.” Jazz grinned but then got serious again. “I’m just writing my report, but… you might have to take over for me from here.”

They had clear rules. No dating the clients. No affairs. One test drive and afterwards it was purely business again.

Miho raised an eyebrow. “Was he that good or that bad?” They all had had both cases already.

Jazz plopped down on a chair. “The sex was good. Great actually. And he’s a great guy.” She sighed. “And I already have someone in mind for him. But I need you or Selina to finish this match. I would owe you. Please?”

Miho stared at Jazz but finally nodded. “Sure.” She smiled. “Sure. Don’t worry. Anything else I need to know?”

Jazz took a deep breath and smiled. “Yeah. Add the price for a pair of panties to his bill.”

Miho laughed. “Again? Wow, you really get the good ones, huh?”

Jazz nodded slowly, still smiling. “Yeah, seems like it.”

She knew she would never really ‘get’ the good ones. She would only ever test them. But then her smile widened when she saw her next client’s profile. This  should be fun…