MJS Client report: Jazz x Aki Fujishima

Jazz was just typing her latest report, trying to finish this before her next client would come and occupy her time and attention. No, she had to get this done as long as the impressions were still fresh.

From time to time her thoughts wandered to that one client that she had handed over to Miho… she quickly shook her head, tried to focus on the task at hand. Once she set her mind on finishing the report it didn’t take her long and she could print it and file it away ten minutes before her next appointment. Enough time to get a little snack and a new cup of tea. She quickly hurried into the small tea kitchen and boiled some water.

“Hey Jazz,” Miho suddenly said behind her, making her jump a bit.

“Gosh, Miho! Stop sneaking up like this.” Jazz playfully swatted Miho’s arm.

“Were you spacing out again?” Miho watched her with a raised eyebrow.

“No, just needed a little pick-me-up. I finished the report about Mr. Yanase and my next client will come soon. Where’s Selina?” Jazz added some lemon juice and sugar to her tea – she was the only one who drank it that way but it was the perfect remedy for her little afternoon slump.

“Out with a client,” Miho answered. “And you might want to leave soon, too. Or stay in your office.”

Jazz frowned. “Why?”

“Because you shouldn’t meet my next appointment. No need to play with the fire.” Miho gave her a pointed look and Jazz understood.

“Thanks for the warning. I’m in my office, a new client will be here soon and we are having the first interview. So I guess I’m occupied for at least one or two hours. Will that be enough?” Jazz took her cup and looked at Miho.

“Sure. We are just finishing his profile. You already did most of the work after all.” Miho flashed her a smile and Jazz returned it. It hadn’t felt like work at all.

“Okay, I’m off then. Have fun.” Jazz appeared cheerfully, she had at least to smile for her next client. There was no use in pining for someone now.

She spotted the young man before she reached her office. He was looking at the pictures of happy couples, often wedding pictures the couples sent to as a ‘thank you’ for the successful matchmaking, that were displayed on the walls of the hallway.

“Mr. Fujishima? Hello, I’m Jazz Mann, let me welcome you to MJS marriage matchmaking agency.” She smiled and bowed her head slightly.

“Thank you for having me.” Mr. Fujishima returned the greeting and followed Jazz into her office where she offered him a glass of water and some cookies.

He smiled politely but declined the cookies, telling her that he actually had a café.

“Next time I’m going to bring you some cake from out store. You will love it, our pastry chef is just brilliant.” His smile was bright and charming and his blue eyes sparkled.

“You know how to woo a girl, don’t you? I will definitely not say no to such an offer.” Jazz winked and jotted something down.

“What kind of girl are you looking for, Mr. Fujishima?”

“I’m not looking for a girl, I’m looking for a woman,” he answered and Jazz immediately nodded.

“Of course, I am sorry. But I better say it now, most of our clients are not exactly 20 anymore.” She quickly checked his profile again. 26. That was rather young.

“That is fine. Age is just a number after all.”

She made a note. “Usually that’s something only people say who are either too young or too old for something,” she remarked and leaned forwards a bit, conspiratorially whispering as if she was telling him the biggest secret of her life. “Like myself when I sneak on a playground at night to sit on the swings for a while.”

He laughed. “I would like to see that.”

He was really cute, that young, carefree kind of cute Jazz had liked when she was still younger.

“So back to the topic. What age range are you still comfortable with?” She was back in work mode but Mr. Fujishima seemed to be having fun.

“I actually prefer older women. I like it when they already know what they want and how to get it. Not the insecure girls who need constant validation.” He looked her up and down and Jazz realized that he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And that he would love to get her out of hers.

“So I add ‘confident’ to the list of things you are looking for in a woman,” she smoothly said and jotted that down. Obviously she didn’t have to ask if he was comfortable with her being older.

They continued to create a profile for him and after some time Jazz asked the most important question of the day.

“So you are aware that our service also contains a real date simulation. You are not obliged to agree or go through with it, and you have the right to drop out at any point. But we really recommend playing the scenario through to the end so we can gather as many information for your profile as possible.” Jazz had never had a client who refused the test drive. Never. Some had been a bit reluctant at the thought but had turned out to be very eager as soon as they were in a more private setting. She handed him her own profile, medical report, the rules and the confidentiality agreement. He looked over them and nodded.

“I understand.” Mr. Fujishima smiled amicably and Jazz went on.

“I suggest you chose a setting you are comfortable with. A place that you like, an activity you enjoy. Maybe you show me your hobby or take me to your favorite bar. We can call it a date so no one gets suspicious when we are seen together. Or we meet somewhere alone, whatever suits you best.” She wanted to see him relaxed and natural, not putting up a front after all.

“Since I’m practically asking you out I would feel better if you called me just Aki.”

Jazz smiled warmly. “With pleasure. I’m Jazz. You can call me if you still have questions. I’m looking forwards to our date.” She got up and bowed, led him out of the office and sighed when she sat back at her desk. Aki would be quite a handful, she was sure of that.

One week later Jazz met Aki for their date simulation. He took her to a small club, mostly younger people who partied after a long week of work – or school, Jazz thought after she looked into some faces. They managed to get a small table in the back of the club.

“So you are into clubbing?” She had to yell so he would hear her over the loud music and he shook his head.

“No, not really. And not into drinking, but I wanted to take you here so you would understand why exactly I’m not into younger girls.” He flashed her a mischievous grin and Jazz couldn’t help but laugh. That had been a good idea, this way she could see what he didn’t want in a woman after all.

“Let me get us some drinks. What would you like?”

Jazz asked for her favorite cocktail and Aki nodded, went towards the bar and tried to get the attention of the barkeeper. She noticed the glances that some of the girls shot her and how some of the guys eyed her. She knew she was probably the oldest around here, expect for the staff maybe. Not that she minded. She knew she was looking great, her tight blue dress accentuating her curves perfectly. It was a very expensive dress after all, something she could easily afford, just like the designer shoes and bag. She simply smiled at the girls that shot her dirty looks and ignored the guys. She had been like that before, too, when she had just finished school and was still looking for her place in the world. Now that she had found it she was rather relaxed and enjoyed her life.

Since it was so loud Jazz and Aki had to sit close to be able to talk while they sipped their drinks. They smiled and flirted, leaned close to each other to talk, hands brushing every now and then – despite the hustle and bustle they managed to create a rather intimidate setting. Until a group of girls stopped at their table, maybe in their very early 20s.

“Aki? Is that you?” A bubbly girl with long dark hair beamed at him. Aki looked up and smiled politely.

“Yes,” he confirmed but didn’t say anything else. It was obvious to Jazz that he had no idea who the girl was.

“Michiru,” she said and pouted and a look of realization flashed over Aki’s face.

“Oh yes, of course, Michiru. I am sorry, I haven’t recognized you without your uniform.” His smile didn’t waver but Jazz noticed how his hand at the small of her back pressed a bit closer against her.

“I haven’t expected to see you here with your…” Michiru glanced at Jazz who smiled sweetly, waiting for her to finish the sentence. “Aunt?”

Jazz laughed. “Aki-kun, I’m going to dance a bit. Have fun playing with your little friend here.” She downed her drink and left the dumbfounded Aki with the giggling girls.

On the dance floor she immediately started moving, her eyes on Aki all the time. She made sure that he would be able to see her and just let the music lead her in her movements. Her hips swayed, she closed her eyes and ignored the gazes of the others around her.

She couldn’t ignore the guy who suddenly started dancing with her and she was fine with it until he put a hand on her waist and pulled her close. She quickly spun around and stepped to the side, out of his reach.

“Not interested,” she let him know without her usual smile. It wasn’t even necessary since Aki just appeared next to Jazz and turned her so she faced him while shielding her from the other man with his body.

“Did you come to dance with me?” She smiled at Aki and glanced towards the table just to see the shocked expression of that girl. Without a word Aki put his hands on her hips and started to move with her.

“So bold, Aki-kun?” Jazz teased him.

“You call this bold, after moving your hips like that? I think you are the bold one here and I think you did that on purpose,” he whispered into her ear, making Jazz grin even more. She pressed herself closer against Aki.

“That’s a rather rude way of talking to your aunt,” she purred and pushed him away a bit to turn around. His hands settled again on her hips when he started grinding against her ass a bit. “Since we are here already, let’s just dance a bit.”

They danced for three or four songs before they knew they had to get out of this club. They were panting and sweaty and the dancing was only partly to blame for it. But the way he touched her, the way she brushed against him over and over, moved against him, the flirty gazes she shot him, the teasing smiles he flashed – the tension and anticipation was building with every second, every beat, every breath. So it was no surprise when he kissed her, right there and then on the dance floor, without hesitation or restraint. Aki left the club with Jazz without so much as looking at Michiru who still tried to catch his eye.

“Where do you want to go now?” Jazz asked, grateful for the silence outside of the loud club.

“Would you prefer to go to your place?” he offered but Jazz shook her head.

“No, thank you. Your place? Or a hotel? Anywhere else?” Jazz never took a client to her place. Not only was it unprofessional, but she also didn’t want them to know where she lived.

“My place is not that far. We can walk.” Aki took her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world and Jazz followed his lead. They casually chatted on the way to his place but when they came across a park he suddenly grinned mischievously.

“Do you want to make a short detour?”

The desire was simmering in her belly and she knew he felt the same way but if he offered she wouldn’t decline – he seemed to have something in mind after all. Hopefully not outdoor sex. It wasn’t warm enough for that.

Aki led her to a playground and pointed towards the swing.

“Let’s talk about that age thing again,” he suggested and Jazz smiled brightly.

“Loser has to push the winner on the swing!” She bolted away before Aki could even say anything, reached the swings and instantly sat down. “Winner!”

Aki followed her with a smile. “That cocktail earlier had been pretty strong, huh?” He stood behind her and gave a gentle push.

“Nope, actually I am like this,” she admitted. “Now come on, more!”

“More?” he asked, the smirk audible in his voice.

“More,” she confirmed and turned around slightly so she could look at him over her shoulder. “Harder.” The drop in her voice was unmistakable and when she arched her eyebrow Aki made a low ‘unf’ in his throat. But he pushed her harder this time, took some steps back to allow the swing bigger amplitude.

Jazz cheered and leaned back a bit, let the tingling in her belly rise and fall with the movement. Eventually she slowed down and Aki stopped pushing her, instead he gently stopped her completely, still standing behind her so that she could lean against his chest.

“That was fun,” she breathlessly announced only for Aki to chuckle.

“I can think of something else that would be fun.” He nuzzled her neck from behind and his hands wandered over her thighs, taking her skirt with them on their way upwards. Jazz gripped the chains of the swing tightly when his fingertips danced over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and she shifted a bit to give him better access to her sex, still covered with her panties. Aki slipped two fingers under the fabric and started stroking her folds, spread her wetness and growled lowly at the sensation of her silky skin under his fingertips.

“Whatever you are planning, you better stop it now. I’m afraid I’m falling off the swing if you keep that up,” she panted.

“Mhm… you’re right, this swing isn’t suited for playing like this…” His hands didn’t stop moving between her legs but he slowed down a bit. “You know, I have a better suited swing at home…”

Jazz feigned shock. “You have what?!” She giggled and gasped when Aki found her sweet spot again. “What kind?”

“What kind?” He seemed confused for a moment.

“Yes… you have read the rules, right? So no restraints during sex… is your swing one with loops for the thighs or hammock style?”

Aki stopped moving his hands and Jazz turned around slightly, a devilish grin on her face.

“What? You thought you could shock me with that? Honey, I had pegged you the teasing borderline dom type the moment you stepped into my office. But just so you know, I’m not very submissive. Adventurous, yes, but not obedient. So if you can keep that in mind I’m game.”

Aki muttered a heartfelt “Fuck” and practically dragged Jazz from the swing. In a swift pace they rushed towards his home, arousal and excitement swirling in her belly. This could be fun.

As soon as they reached Aki’s place he practically shoved her through the door just to pin her against it after he had closed it. He kissed her, his impatience and anticipation did not only show in his kisses but also in the bulge in his pants when he pushed his hips against hers.

“You kept me waiting long enough already,” he growled and nipped the soft skin of her neck.

“No marks,” she reminded him and laughed lowly. “And you chose the date. I would have been fine with just meeting up and fucking.”

He groaned at her choice of words. “You are quite a naughty girl, huh?” She pushed him off a bit and started tugging at his clothes.

“I’m hardly a girl anymore, but naughty? Definitely.” Letting her fingernails drag over his chest she left some pink trails on his skin. “But aren’t you the one with a sex swing? So I’d say you’re not exactly a good boy either.”

He grunted and searched for the zipper of her dress, pulled the fabric from her to reveal her black lace lingerie.

“I’m not a boy.” His voice was stern and cool but Jazz only smiled.

“And I’m not a sub so save your dom voice for someone else.”

“I’m not looking for a sub,” he mumbled into her ear. “I’m looking for a switch.”

Damn, that was hot. A switch… that was rare. Jazz wasn’t into that scene but even she knew that one didn’t meet switches often. And the thought of teaching him a bit from both sides… no, she wasn’t here for her own fun. But she duly noted this in her mental report.

“I’m not a switch either. But I think we can still have some fun tonight.” Her hands reached for his belt, she quickly unbuckled it and pushed his pants down. “And now get naked and show me that swing.”

He needed a moment to step out of his pants and walk over to closet to pull out a tangle of belts and ropes.

“No restraining, right?” He looked at her expectantly. For such a young guy he really was kinky. She liked it.

“Nope. I want to be able to walk out of here on my own to any given time.”

Aki nodded and flashed her a smile. She had already noticed that his smile was practically ever present and charmed a lot of people. Not even Jazz was completely immune to it.

“I understand.” He quickly hooked the swing up and Jazz noticed with interest the hook in the ceiling. Not a door swing obviously, this was already advanced equipment. Well, she only hoped he knew how to use his own equipment and did not try to distract from any deficiencies.

Once he was done he came back to her, pressed her against the door and kissed her, picking right up where they had stopped earlier. He tugged at her bra, simply pulling the cups down instead of opening the clasp in the back.

“Impatient?” Jazz teasingly said but gasped when Aki pinched her nipple lightly.

“You have no idea,” he growled and pushed her panties down while Jazz did the same with his boxer briefs. Okay, so this equipment seemed to be in good shape, too. She wrapped a hand around his rock hard cock and gave him a light squeeze before she let her hand fall even lower and cupped his balls. Aki was panting, his harsh breath fanned her neck while his own hand returned to the wetness between her thighs.

“Come on,” she muttered, her lips grazing his ear. “I don’t need any more prepping.”

“Then what do you need?” His voice was strained, no trace of the teasing earlier left. “Tell me.”

“I need you to be a good boy and fuck me senseless now.” She cried out in surprise when he plunged two fingers into her tight channel without warning.

“I told you, I’m not a boy.” He practically hissed, arousal and anger and the overwhelming need for release thick in his tone.

“Prove it.” This challenge was all it took for Aki to break. All playfulness forgotten he practically dragged her over to the swing, barked a curt: “Get up,” and turned to get a condom from a drawer. Jazz got on the swing, glad she could do it on her own what meant she would also be able to get off it without assistance later. It was like a small hammock, supporting her body without restraining her. There was no elegant way of sitting in it but she refused to lie back with her legs in the air like some rolled over bug. So when Aki turned back towards her, his cock tightly dressed in latex, she awaited him with her legs crossed and sitting more or less upright, her hands gripping the ropes tightly for support.

There were men that made it easy for Jazz to be submissive, at least a bit, but Aki wanted to play and nothing was as boring as instant surrender. He stepped close to her, uncrossed her legs and pushed them open. Her arms were trembling with the effort of staying upright.

“Relax,” he cooed and put a hand between her breasts to push her gently down. Jazz complied and wrapped her legs around his waist, trusting the construction of belts and ropes and fabric to support her weight. Aki’s cock nudged her folds but he didn’t line up just yet. Instead he helped her into a position that was both comfortable for her and offered good access for him.

“I only get one round, right?” He looked at Jazz for confirmation and she nodded and moaned when he slid his cock through her folds, bumping against her swollen clit.

“Then I better make it good.” With one swift thrust he buried himself into her to the hilt, made her scream out in pleasure and shock while he grunted at the feeling of her warmth tightly embracing him. He set a harsh pace, slamming into her over and over, making her dizzy and the swing gently sway in time with his movements. Although this hard and fast fucking was exactly what she needed just now part of her was a bit disappointed that this was it after all the teasing and the unspoken promise of a more playful approach. Well, she wasn’t one to ponder much, especially not in a situation like this, so she focused on the pleasure his pounding caused her. He was still young, eventually he would learn about the finer points of sex. It wasn’t her place to teach him.

Aki suddenly hit her sweet spot and Jazz cried out, just for him to slow down. He panted but smirked at her.

“Now what… do we have… here?” He angled his hips and slammed back into her, hitting that spot again.

“Holy-!” Jazz cursed loudly and grabbed the belts tightly.

“Perfect timing, I could use a break after all…” He changed into an infuriating slow pace now, dragging his cock over her sweet spot again and again, providing enough stimulation to make her squirm but not enough to make her come. And she really wanted to come by now.

“Stop… teasing me… already!” Jazz tried to shift but found no leverage in the swing and Aki made sure to hold her in place so she couldn’t rock against him like she did earlier.

“Uh-uh… you are going to… be a good girl… and just take… what I’m giving you…”

She whined in frustration and he chuckled lowly. “Wanna beg… for it?”

No. Jazz wasn’t one to beg. It was one thing to ask nicely, but she never begged. She was way too stubborn for that. She’d rather deny herself the pleasure than begging for an orgasm. But she was willing to play dirty – was there a better time for that than now?

She started clenching and unclenching her inner walls around him, making him groan and buck his hips. She grinned, almost triumphantly. Oh yes, he still had a lot to learn.

Or not. He stopped completely and pulled out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. What the-?! Jazz raised her head and saw how Aki dropped on his knees in front of her.

“You gonna take… whatever I’m giving you…” He pulled her legs over his shoulders and started nipping and kissing his way up her thighs until she could feel his breath washing over her folds – but nothing else. He spent what felt like a lifetime just breathing on her sex, kneeling on the floor, while she tried to shift into another position.


The level of frustration in her voice must have been enough to show him that her patience was wearing thin. With a low growl he licked a broad stripe over her folds, making her cry out and almost sob in relief. One of her hands left the rope of the swing and buried in his hair, tugging and guiding his mouth where she wanted it. She could feel the chuckle he made but didn’t care. Not at this point. He quickly found her clit, licked and sucked the swollen bud until Jazz felt the pressure inside of her almost boiling over. Almost.

“More… I need…” she stammered but he understood, slid two fingers into her and started searching for the spot he had found earlier. His other snaked around her so he could press it firmly on her lower belly, increasing the pressure even more.

Her legs trembled, her toes curled, the soft flesh of her belly quivered, her breath was ragged and she clung to the rope of the swing like it was a lifeline while she tried not to tighten her grip on his hair. She was so close, so incredible close, she could almost taste it so when he pumped his fingers faster and sucked her clit into his mouth she came with a loud cry, hips bucking against his mouth as good as possible. Aki increased the pressure of his palm on her belly, making her eyes go wide. Holy shit! What was he doing?

The pleasure and heat that was coursing through her seemed to pool under his hand, in her lower belly, and he kept moving his fingers inside of her, prolonging her high and teasing another, completely unexpected orgasm out of her – and a gush of liquid that coated his hand and parts of her thighs. That definitely gave him some extra credits.

Aki groaned a “so hot” under his breath and finally stopped when Jazz started to squirm, tried to get away from him and his greedy hands. She wanted to sleep. Not here of course, in her own bed, but yes, she was exhausted. Aki helped her off the swing and Jazz realized that he was still hard.

“Are you okay?” There it was again, this smile. She nodded.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” He led her towards his bedroom, his smirk never faltering.

When he told her to get on the bed, on hands and knees, ass in the air so he could take her from behind, she thought: ‘Wow, he’s got some self control.’ He should have come by now, but he held back. When he pulled out after a while and told her to lie on her back, kneeling between her thighs, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders, she was really impressed by his stamina. When he managed to make her come again in this position she gave him a gold star for his performance. When he still kept going after that it finally dawned on her that he was trying to kill her. There was no other explanation.

Aki proved one thing that night. Young men really have lots of stamina. When Jazz came into the office the next morning she was still tired and exhausted. Selina gave her a questioning look but Miho couldn’t help but make a comment. Of course.

“What’s wrong? Did lover boy kept you up all night?”

Jazz slumped down on her desk. “Exactly. I managed to get away at 4am… and no, we haven’t slept a wink until then.”

Selina cleared her throat. “Jazz, you know the rules. One round, not more.”

“That was the problem! He only came after I started playing really dirty! Thank god I know enough tricks or either his balls had exploded by now or my head!” She whined briefly. “I need coffee… and a sitz bad. I’m sore…”

“Ewww… can’t you keep that to yourself?” Selina made a disgusted face but Miho snickered.

“You can talk! Go out there and get fucked by some young guy for hours and then come back and tell me you are fresh like the ocean breeze.” Jazz was grumpy but at least she was well and thorough fucked. Not every client managed that.

“I’m going to get some coffee and start writing this report. And after that I’m leaving early and go to bed. Alone. Thank god.” She got up, hissed a bit but managed despite her sore muscles, and slightly limped out of the office towards the pantry.

“Oh, and put another pair of panties on his bill. He kept mine.” Under her breath she muttered. “But he damn well deserved them…”

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.

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…


Lost girl (KBTBB + MPD) Mamoru x Clairese x Hanai (mature)

Hanai sighed and returned his attention to the reports in front of him. The beeping of the machines was steady and annoying, but he tried to tune it out. There wasn’t much for him to do now besides trying to finish this report. The girl was still asleep. He hated sitting in this hospital, waiting for her to wake up and tell him what had happened. And why. And when they were already at this topic, who it did. But for now she was still sleeping and he couldn’t ask anything. She couldn’t tell him anything. And he was wasting precious time here, sitting around and waiting.

Kirisawa had told him to watch over her. The injuries she had were severe, but the biggest problem weren’t the recent ones. Some bruises, a cracked rip, a strained wrist, several cuts. What really made Kirisawa suspicious were the older scars. Some of them had a very peculiar shape, a pattern of sorts and he was convinced that it was connected to the condition of the girl. The girl without a name.

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