smut smut smutty smut – Miho & Jazz

A good night’s sleep

One week of nightshifts in a row is never a good idea. Especially not when the nightshifts somehow bleed into the dayshifts, create a never ending circle on naps in the office or the car. This investigation sucks and so does the cheap coffee that does nothing to keep me awake.

“If nothing happens in the next few minutes I will just walk out of here,” I state, only for Tennoji to nod his head. It was a blur of red hair and fatigue.

“Yeah. Stupid mobsters could really be more cooperative,” he yawns, grabs the bag with chips lying on the dashboard of the messy car.

“When will our replacement come?”

“Hanai and Asano should be here in-“ he checks his watch, “-half an hour.”

“Good, my bum is numb already.” I shift in my seat, feeling stiff and icky. “Can’t wait to get a shower and some hours of sleep in a real bed.”

“Yeah, can’t wait for you to get a shower either.” He holds his nose with one hand, waves in front of his face with the other.

“You’re one to talk,” I laugh and jab my elbow in his ribs. “You’re smelling like a cage full of lynxes.”

Another 30 minutes of stakeout later Asano finally shows up and I can get out of that car, can stretch my legs and make my way to the PD to clock out for the day.

“Well, hello there,” the deputy chief greets me in the hallway leading towards our office.

“Nomura,” I nod briefly.

“I thought you were having a double shift and yet here you are, looking as cute as always,” he keeps talking, joins me on my way to the office.

“I’m looking as if I haven’t slept in 36 hours,” I reply with a huffed laughter.

“And? Did you?”

“No, it’s more like 40 hours, but with short naps in between,” I explain, hide a yawn behind my hand.

“Then why are you here and not at home?” He opens the door for me, follows me inside.

“Paperwork. Better drop some stuff off now before I get an angry call from Hanai later. But once that’s done I’m off and on my way back home and will sleep ten hours in a row.” That’s the only thought keeping me sane for the last 12-ish hours.

“Your boss is working you too hard,” he casually states but my sleep deprived mind twists his – probably – completely innocent words into something else.

“I wish,” I mutter before my brain kicks in again. “Uh, I wish I could say you’re wrong, but you’re not.” No need to spill the truth about the hots I have for boss. I mean, he’s gorgeous, tall, smart and kind. What’s there not to lust after?

“But you know that I’m your boss’ boss, right? I mean, I could tell him to be nicer to you.”

Okay, this now really sounds as if he’s hinting at something but I don’t rise to the bait.

“No, it’s okay. I can pull my own weight. That’s why you put me in this unit after all, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s one of the reasons.” His sideway glance lingers longer than an innocent look should but I don’t mind. He’s handsome and charming, and a little bit of flirting can’t hurt.

“I would love to ask about the other reasons, but I’m afraid right now I’m not able to appreciate your explanation fully.” I stumble, my body feels strangely floating, numb.

“Easy there, detective.” His hand on my arm steadies me, I flash him a sheepish smile.

“See? It’s about time for me to get to bed.”

“Mhm, time for bed indeed.” He doesn’t let go of me and I just stare at him. I must be broken, hearing things and stuff. Definitely the lack of sleep.

I don’t even hear boss coming out of his office until he clears his throat.

“And what is going on here? Detective? Nomura?” Oh shit, he never calls me detective unless it’s serious.

“Your detective here is a bit shaky on her feet. I better make sure she gets home safely,” Nomura smoothly explains and tugs at my arm lightly. “That is, if she’s okay with it.”

Okay, seriously, that can’t be only me reading invitations into his words.

“She is, as you pointed out, one of my detectives and I am responsible for overworking her. I am going to take her home.” Boss nods, he has made a decision.

“Hiroshi, you don’t want her to sit on your bike in that condition, do you? She might just fall off.”

My head turns back and forth, from one of my superiors to the other. What is happening here?

“I’m afraid your car isn’t much safer for her,” Kirisawa points out and I think he’s not talking about safety belts and airbags.

“Uhm, guys? Sirs? Dunno what to call you right now, but – is this still about a ride home?”

They both look at me now and I want to squirm under their intense gazes. Well, actually I want to squirm under their touches and kisses, but a girl can’t get everything.

“It depends on what you want,” Nomura’s voice drags me out of my daydreams. He stares at Kirisawa now who only tilts his head lightly. “Usually the lady has the last word in these matters.”

Maybe I passed out from exhaustion at some point and this is only some dream. In that case I got nothing to lose, right?

“Deputy chief, you can take me home. And boss, you can come with us and make sure I’m safe.” I bat my lashes at them, not exactly a move I’m familiar with but it seems to work.

“Are you sure? I mean, you can always change your mind, but you do understand what we are offering here, do you?”

It’s funny how Nomura does all the talking.

“Not sure. Are you offering to take me home to have sex with me? In that case, yes, I’m sure. If I’m mistaken… well, excuse me, I’m just off to find a hole to crawl in.”

Boss chokes and coughs, cheeks tinted red. Oh god, I misread the situation. Oh god… this is going to be awkward.

“No, you got that right. This is what we’re talking about.” Nomura’s confirmation sends a wave of relief through me – and butterflies.

“Good, my answer stands. How about you?” Yes, I can choose ambiguous answers, too.

“I’d say we better get you home, princess.” They flank me, basically escort me out of the office, towards Nomura’s car. We greet officers left and right, try not to raise suspicion.

“You don’t have to,” Kirisawa says when we reach the car.

“You don’t have to, either. But I want to,” I make clear and he nods, opens the door for me. To the backseat.

“You’re not going to start early on the backseat,” Nomura says and Kirisawa frowns.

“And I’m not letting her sit next to you so you can start fondling her on the way.”

“Guys, how about I stay here on the backseat, boss rides shotgun and Nomura takes the wheel. And you better figure out how to get along otherwise it can get awkward later.” I give Nomura my address and slink into the backseat, doze off after only a couple of minutes.

I wake up when the car comes to a stop, just I time to get the last part of a conversation they are having.

“But she needs to sleep. I think we shouldn’t wake her up, just get her to bed.” Kirisawa, bless him, is worrying about my condition.

“As much as it pains me, and believe me, some parts of me are really in pain right now, I guess you are right.”

“Nooo…” I weakly whine and rub my eyes. “I just dreamed of all of us in my bed and now that’s exactly what I want.”

“But you are tired, princess. You know what they say, after tired there’s only stupid. We don’t want you to do anything stupid and regret it afterwards.”

“True, we would have made you drunk ages ago if that was our goal,” Kirisawa adds.

“Wait, that’s an option? I mean, you are actually thinking about this for a while?” I’m wide awake now, heart thumping and stomach tingling.

“Maybe a few weeks. Not more than a couple of months,” Nomura casually confirms.

“Then what are we talking about here? Get out of the car and into my apartment. And out of your clothes there.” I scramble out of the backseat, stretch my numb and tired arms and legs, aware that they stare at me, both still standing with the car’s doors open.

“I need a shower first. You can hash out the details and make yourself comfortable.” Confidently that they will follow me I walk over to my door, unlock it just in time for them to arrive. My brain feels strange, like drunk, but better. I’m high on anticipation and arousal, start stripping in my living room. Not graceful, but effective enough to hear a groan from behind me. Kirisawa for sure. Without my shirt but still in my pants I turn around to face them.

“Bedroom is over there, kitchen is here. I won’t need long, so you better start talking. And yes, I’m game for almost everything but heavy bdsm and some creepy roleplay.”

Nomura hisses, but nods. Kirisawa’s eyes widen, he glances at Nomura who winks at him.

“In that case I’m calling dibs on those pretty lips,” he says only for me to shrug.

“Fine. But I expect you to return the favor – once I’m clean again.” With that I hurry off to the bathroom, strip naked and jump under the shower to quickly but thoroughly wash myself.

I’m almost done when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey, so, uhm, Nomura wants to open your drawers to look for – supplies, I guess.”

“What?”

“I said, Nomura is looking for condoms and stuff!”

“Come in here, I can’t hear you!” I can, but starting early doesn’t sound bad at all. Kirisawa opens the door, slips into the bathroom.

“Is it okay for Nomura to look for condoms and lube?”

“Yeah, sure. Tell him bedside table, bottom drawer. He can take what he finds appealing.” Which hopefully also includes me. “Hey, boss? Can you come and wash my back?” I look at him over my shoulder, my naked backside turned to him.

He quickly relays the message to Nomura, already taking off his jacket. But only his jacket. He pushes up his sleeves and takes a step closer.

“So, uh, your back? You sure about that?” He rubs the back of his neck, has this adorable blush that can be because of the heat in here or – the heat in him.

“I’m sure there are some dirty spots that need washing and I’m also sure you should get in here to do so. Thoroughly.”

So I turn around, present my naked front to him, firm boobs and the sight of my neatly trimmed private triangle.

“Yeah, uhm, okay.” He nods slowly, undoes the buttons of his shirt, allows me a good view of his naked upper body now. I had a glimpse once or twice, but never up close. Once he has reached his pants my mouth is watering already, good thing I’m in the shower so it doesn’t show.

“Drop those pants, detective,” I purr, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water, and with a last, drawn out breath he complies. I should have done this ages ago. Should have just climbed him like a tree in the office.

He quickly jumps into the shower, joins me under the warm water until I’m pressed against the tiled wall to give him room.

“I – I won’t be able to wash your back like this,” he stammers, still not completely comfortable, but he stays where he is.

“You could start with washing my front,” I suggest, grab a bottle of body wash and squeeze a generous amount into his waiting palm. He lathers it up before sliding his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, over my sides from there.

I step closer, with foamy hands myself, and mimic his motions. One more step and I’m directly in front of him, chin raised in an unspoken challenge, a plea, a demand. It doesn’t matter how he takes it as long as he acts on it.

The first brush of our lips, with droplets running down our cheeks, is sweet and short. The next kiss is deeper already, I wrap my arms around him, press my body tightly against his. His hands fall on my butt, squeeze it gently and I can feel his desire for me pressing against my thigh.

Panting I break away from him, turn around again and wiggle my butt.

“Don’t forget, be thorough.”

Again he squeezes my butt in his hands, his lips and teeth busy with my neck. The first brush of his testing fingertips between my butt cheeks has me jump a bit, but I reassure him he’s on the right track before he can pull his hand away.

A few ragged breaths later he starts working me open with one finger, helped by some of the water, while his other hand grips my hip tightly. I rest my forehead against the wall, try to relax but it’s so damned difficult when I feel like buzzing out of my skin in arousal.

“Hey, you started without me?” Nomura saunters over, faking a pout.

“I would invite you in, Deputy Chief, but the shower is too small for three of us. You can take a quick shower once we are out,” I let him know, not going to play along. Not yet. “Start undressing already.” I turn the water off, wait until Kirisawa pulls his hand back.

“Soap’s over there,” I tell him and drop a kiss on his lips before I get out of the shower, dripping and giddy.

Wrapped in a towel I hand another one to Kirisawa, lay one out for Nomura. He’s naked before I can even dry off, presses me backwards against the counter, his nose follows a droplet from my temple down to my collarbone.

“You playing favorites?” he asks lowly and I can’t help my chuckle.

“I would be unable to choose if my life depended on it, so no. Just going with the flow.”

A thoughtful him and he flashes me a smile. “Good. Just keep doing what you did, I’m taking a quick shower and be with you before you can even miss me.”

“Not so sure about that.” My voice is breathy already, my heart hammering in my chest. “Maybe I need a little something to tide me over?” I part my lips in invitation and he swoops in for a kiss like a hawk. And dammit, that man can kiss! His tongue sweeps over mine, plays and teases until I’m breathless and he pulls back again.

“Is that enough?” His eyes twinkle, someone likes to tease.

“For now,” I agree, let my towel drop on the way out.

Kirisawa is already in my bedroom, looking lost.

“Hey you,” I greet him, take in what Nomura did to the room while I was in the bathroom. Dimmed lighting, condoms and lube on the bedside table. A small selection of my toys.

“Hey.” He smiles, almost relieved that he’s not alone in here anymore. Not that any of us will be alone for long tonight.

“You want to go on?” I sit down on the bed, give him a chance to change his mind. Instead of an answer I get a heated gaze, he comes over and joins me on the bed.

“C’mere,” he drawls, eyes half-lidded while his cock is already at full mast. I crawl into his lap, tantalizing close to where I really want to be, but I decided that I will wait for Nomura with the real fun. That doesn’t stop me from kissing Kirisawa some more. I gasp when he picks up where we left earlier, drags one curious finger up and down my buttcrack.

The cap of the lube bottle clicks behind us, I look up to see Nomura, naked, only covered with a light flush from the shower.

“It’s easier with this.” He holds the lube out to Kirisawa who only stops stroking me long enough so Nomura can dump a dollop of cool gel on his fingertips. The coolness is a small shock but quickly forgotten when Kirisawa works the finger in and out of me.

“Now that’s quite a sight,” Nomura says and I crane my neck to see him, his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it while his eyes are glued to where Kirisawa is prepping me.

“Get the pink one,” I instruct him, motion towards the small selection of toys he set up on the bedside table. Nomura grabs the buttplug, shows it to me and waits for my nod before he lubes it up.

“What are you planning?” he asks, comes over to us.

“You put that in me, sit down on the bed, I’ll suck your cock and Kirisawa fucks me a bit. We can switch things up later.” I want to sound seductive and confident, but the words come out rushed, ragged.

“Princess, I should wash your mouth with soap for that kind of language.” He chuckles, shoos Kirisawa’s hand away.

“Is there any left on your cock?” I bat my lashes at him, kiss Kirisawa a last time for now and climb off his lap, kneel on the bed with my ass in the air.

“You’re going to find out,” Nomura promises me, slides the buttplug in place and starts pushing it in, slowly, inch for inch. I shudder and moan, hang my head, hands buried in the sheets. It’s not exactly the smallest plug I chose, but I will need the preparation later if we are going to do what I have in mind. Once it’s safely nestled inside of me I just focus on breathing, slowly sit up and wriggle my hips lightly to get used to the feeling.

“Then come and show me,” I demand, impatient now to get all I’m dreaming of. He drops a kiss on the small of my back, pats my bum and sits down on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

I crawl up to him, maybe not as graceful as a cat but definitely focused on him as if he’s a mouse. One I want to swallow whole. Before I can go down on him he stops me, though, beckons me closer with a smile. I settle in his lap, very much like I did earlier with Kirisawa.

“I said I wanted these lips,” he whispers, brushes his thumb over my mouth. I catch it, suck it between my lips, let my tongue circle it. He groans, but doesn’t pull back. Instead he lifts my face towards his, his thumb still in my mouth, and starts kissing my cheek, my temple, my jaw until he reaches my lips again, slides his thumb out and kisses me deeply. The mattress dips behind us and a second set of hands and lips starts caressing me, my neck, over my shoulder and back up.

It’s driving me crazy. I turn a bit to kiss Kirisawa some more while Nomura’s hands find my breasts, cup them, squeeze them lightly, thumbs rubbing my nipples into almost painful stiffness.

“I can’t wait anymore,” I pant, turn my attention back to Nomura, kiss down his body. A firm chest, a hint of abs. Not too much, just right. Kirisawa gives me some space and I settle between Nomura’s legs, on my knees, and run first a fingertip from the base to the tip of his cock. It’s completely hard, bobs a bit as if to follow my touch which makes me chuckle.

“You having fun, princess?” His voice is strained, words pressed out, ending in a moan.

“A lot. And you are going to have some, too.” Finally I open my mouth, let the tip of my tongue connect with the tip of his cock. Salty, slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.

I slide my lips down his cock, tongue pressed tightly against it so I can feel the vein on the underside, the ridges around the head. Eagerly I devour him, my spit and his precum making a mess I don’t mind.

A few choice words join his moans and grunts, most of them variations of mild swears. I grin, show off by taking him in as far as I can, blocking off my air supply for a moment.

The light touch on my pussy makes me pull back, I turn so I can see Kirisawa behind me, two fingers sliding through my folds, spreading lube and my own wetness.

“Can I-?”

“Gosh, yes!” I wiggle my hips, luring him in. With relief I notice that he has already put on a condom, I couldn’t wait now for him to do it anyway. I rest my forehead on Nomura’s thigh, his hand cards through my hair soothingly when Kirisawa lines up and slowly, oh so slowly pushes into me. His cock stretches me just right, with the plug is it a tight fit. One, two careful thrusts and he gains confidence, momentum. Every slap against me drives him deeper into my, and at the same time adds some pressure on the buttplug. Good thing I don’t have a cock in my mouth right now, I clench my teeth at the new sensation.

“Hey princess, you okay?” Nomura tips my chin up, stares at me intently until I grin dopily.

“I’m… fucking perfect…”

“That you are,” Kirisawa grunts, both hands on my hips. He finds a good rhythm and I return my attention to Nomura’s cock. I simply open my mouth, suck him in a bit and let Kirisawa push me back and forth. Nomura’s hand is still tangled in my hair, he helps with my bobbing without forcing me down too far.

I can’t even think straight anymore, much less coordinate all this. I just let them rock me between them, breathe when I have to, moan when I feel like it. It’s heaven. Not thinking, only feeling. I lose track of time, enjoy the building pressure in my belly. The strain on my muscles, the sweat on my skin, the taste of Nomura in my mouth.

“How about… switching it up now?” he says, pulls my mouth off him. Kirisawa’s thrusts turn into a dirty grind, both are waiting for my signal.

“Yeah, sounds… sounds good…” I try to catch my breath, prop up on my elbows. “You guys decided who goes where?”

Kirisawa pulls out, that’s enough of an answer for me. I grab a condom from the stash, throw it towards Nomura who grins at me.

“Thank you, princess.” He motions to Kirisawa, a glance, a nod and both men move. Nomura sits down on the bed again, pats his thighs so I crawl over there. But when I want to straddle him he shakes his head, says ‘Nu-uh’, guides me so that I’m lying over his legs. His hand follows the curve of my ass, wander inwards.

“Arch your back a bit,” he instructs and I comply, catch Kirisawa’s gaze, return his smile. I hold my breath while Nomura tugs at the plug, slowly removes it. Once it’s out he unceremoniously drops it on the ground, exhales in time with me.

“You still sure about this?” He helps me up, brushes some strands of hair from my face.

“Stop talking and start fucking me,” I demand, slide into his lap, just so far so I have room to take the condom, open the packet and roll it over his cock.

“So impatient?”

His hands find my hips, he guides me further into his lap, right above his cock. With one hand I steady it, slowly sink down. He feels different than Kirisawa, or maybe it’s the angle and the lacking plug now. He feels great, no complaints here, but now that I know I can have both of them I feel betrayed when it’s only one.

“Boss, you wanna join us here?”

He stares at me with wide eyes, rubs the back of his neck briefly.

“Could you – not call me that? Not right now at least.”

“Hiroshi feels conflicted doing this with a subordinate,” Nomura explains, lips close to my ear.

“Oh. Okay, sorry. Uh, Kirisawa-san, you wanna join?”

Nomura’s chuckle tells me that my choice of honorific is not the best, but I’m too distracted to think about how to address the man who’s going to fuck my ass while his best friend fucks my pussy.

Either way, it works. He crawls onto the bed behind me, kisses the nape of my neck, his hand smoothes over the curve of my ass. One testing finger turns into two, it’s tight but I’m ready after rocking between Nomura and Kirisawa’s fingers for maybe a minute. Maybe longer, I lost track of time.

More lube, some soothing words and encouragements from both of them and we are ready. A bit shifting is necessary to give us enough room and get us into the right position, I lean over Nomura more, he wraps his arms around me, strokes my back reassuringly.

“Just tell us if we need to stop, okay?”

I promise him, give Kirisawa the green light and take a deep breath. Holding my breath is exactly what I shouldn’t do so I focus on finding a good rhythm when I feel Kirisawa’s cock pressing against me, into me, only for an inch at first, stretching and angling.

“Keep it shallow,” I press out, get a grunt as answer. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I want him to move, want them both to fuck me senseless but I can barely stand them in me like this.

For now we all breathe and that’s about all the movements we make. Rising and falling chests, racing hearts.

“Doing so good, princess. Taking us so well…” Nomura praises me, and I’m dizzy with want, need, so close to my physical limits.

“You okay?” I can feel Kirisawa tremble, feel every shudder, every jittery motion.

“Yeah, I – shit, this is intense.” Goosebumps cover my skin, sweat joins it. “Okay, I think – you can try to move. Careful, though.”

Nomura rubs my arms, whispers sweet nothings while Kirisawa grips my hips tighter, pulls back just the tiniest bit to slide deeper into me.

I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Or sit. But I will be damned if this isn’t worth it.

Slowly we make progress, I help as good as I can by rocking back and forth, careful not to let any of them slip out of me or accidentally take them in too deep. By the time they are both fully buried inside of me we are a sweating mess, grunts and groans make up most of our communication.

My body is alight. Every nerve ending is singing, my legs are trembling as are my arms, the effort of keeping me upright has never been so torturous and sweet at the same time. We fall into a rhythm that works for all of us, Nomura – with the least amount of actual freedom to move – teases me with fleeting touches and kisses. Kirisawa mostly keeps us in synch while I only follow their bodies back and forth.

“Wanna take it up a notch?” Nomura asks with a sly grin, slips a hand between us only to add to the pressure and fireworks between my thighs by finding that bundle of nerves that has been neglected so far.

“Holy…! I – I can’t…” Speak. Think. Breathe. I can’t do anything from the moment he touches me there except for wailing and holding on to sanity. Barely.

“Just let go, princess,” he coos, baiting me to give up control. Not that I have much of a choice, my body can’t take any more stimulation at this point. My fingers dig into his shoulders, just like Kirisawa’s dig into my hips.

“I – fuck! This is – ohhHHH!” Not sure where the sound comes from that leaves my throat, but it’s primal, guttural, earthshaking – just like the pleasure that washes over me, has me writhing in between them, runs like fire through my veins only to leave my body through my ragged breath. Boneless I slump into Nomura’s arms, he kisses and soothes me, tells me how beautiful I am – I doubt that, I’m a mess but I don’t mind. All I want is to sleep now.

Kirisawa speeds up, now that I had mine he’s chasing his own high, and even Nomura changes his position a bit to thrust up into me.

Everything is too sharp, too tight, too hot, but I don’t want them to stop either. I want to stay trapped between them, or both of them trapped inside of me. I want to feel like this forever.

Nomura buries his face between my breasts, his thrusts already out of synch with Kirisawa’s.

“Now, Deputy Chief, I guess it’s your turn to let go,” I whisper, using his words earlier against him. But it’s not him who comes, it’s Kirisawa. His thrusts stutter, grip is even tightening, he growls, pants, rocks against me a few more times before he presses a messy kiss between my shoulder blades and pulls out. With my recovered room of movement I ride Nomura harder, ignore my numb legs and the strange feeling of loss after Kirisawa’s disengagement.

He joins us on the bed again after getting rid of the condom, just watches me fucking Nomura with the last shreds of my strength. Nomura’s hands on my hips dictate my pace and it’s not long before he tenses, heels digging into the mattress, and shouts out his own completion.

My neighbors will be traumatized for life after this night, but who cares? My mind is fuzzy, unable to hold a thought, I just follow when Kirisawa helps me off Nomura and onto the bed. A bit of shifting and scuffling and all I want is to fall asleep. Someone forces a glass of water into my hand, tells me to drink, but I’m not sure who it is. I obey, barely register the spilled drops on my skin.

“Are you okay?” Sounds like boss. I hum.

“Are you even awake, princess?”

My second hum gets answered with some laughter, but someone pulls a blanket over me and from that point on I’m out like a light.

Disorientated, muddle-headed and sore I wake up, it’s still dark in my bedroom. Or again, I don’t even know what time it is.

“Back in the land of the living?”

I jump at the voice that sounds right next to me, sleepy and warm. “D-deputy Chief?!”

“I think after last night you can just call me Nomura. At least out of the office.” He snuggles closer, nuzzles my neck.

Oh shit. What have I done?

“It’s only 5am, how about you both go back to sleep?”

Wait, Kirisawa, too? Did I drink last night? Got high? Was I drugged? And how the hell should I sleep now?

Another arm comes to rest over my waist, right next to Nomura’s.

“Not sure if I can sleep now,” I admit, my voice tiny, shaking.

Kirisawa sighs. “Fine. How about I make us some breakfast and coffee. You can just relax a bit and we talk afterwards.”

I squirm, notice the stickiness between my legs and butt cheeks. “I think I’d like to shower.”

“Want me to give you a hand? Hiroshi can take care of the food and I can take care of the treats.” I can hear Nomura’s wink, although that should be impossible.

I will go to hell. I slept with both of my superiors, at the same time. That considered there’s not much I can do to make this worse, right?

“Uh, okay. Yeah, actually that sounds good. And once we are done – I have to call in at work. I don’t think I can come to my shift today. I’m almost unable to move.”

Both of my superiors are here and well aware of my condition. I hear a chuckle from my right, must be Nomura.

“Almost?” he asks, fingertips dragging over my skin.

“Yeah, almost.” This will be a good morning, for sure.

MJS Client report rewind: Jazz x Alberto

“And give H my regards, too,” Jan just said and Jazz smiled. She was again very happy that she had found H in the first place.

“I will. And again, congratulations on your engagement. I know you will be very happy with each other.”

They said their goodbyes and Jazz hung up. This was a very good day so far. She quickly took her phone up again and dialed H’s number. According to the schedule she wasn’t on a date that day so Jazz didn’t hesitate to call her Of course she wouldn’t do that if there was a date simulation that day, she knew from firsthand experience that those days usually were completely occupied by preparations.

“Yes?” H’s voice sounded through the phone.

“It’s me, Jazz. I just had a very nice chat with your first client ever and I wanted to let you know that he has proposed to one of the ladies we have introduced to him. With that your first case is officially closed.” She smiled, it felt as if her little sister had just graduated from school or something.

“Oh wow, that’s great,” H happily replied. “He was a really nice first client. Good for him.”

“Yes, and he wants us to plan his wedding, too. And he has recommended us to butler friend who will contact us soon. I’m just giving you a heads-up because this might be another job on short notice. Butler schedules seem a bit difficult. Of course I will handle the profile and all before we spring this on you,” Jazz explained further. H was unusually quiet.

“H?” Jazz carefully asked. Was something wrong?

“Another butler, huh? No, it’s cool, it’s cool. I’ll handle that, no problem.” Jazz could tell her laughter was forced but didn’t want to pry. If there was a problem she hoped that H would simply tell her. Honesty was an important thing in this business, at least among the girls of MJS.

“Okay… oh, how about we celebrate your first closed case tonight? Drinks on me? We could also try some other place than Long Island, Kunihiko is on a business trip anyway,” Jazz suggested.

“Okie doki, sounds good. Lemme know what you have in mind and when, I’ll be there.” H sounded a bit more like her usual self and Jazz sighed slightly in relief.

“I will. See you later, then. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Now that was – strange. But Jazz only shrugged and returned her attention to the paperwork in front of her.

Several days later Izumi called Jazz in her office.

“Miss Mann, there was just a call from some butler. He asks if you have time this afternoon to see him.”

Jazz groaned inwardly. Not that she was completely swamped with work, it was more the very vague description of the caller.

“What butler, Izumi?”

“I haven’t gotten the name, something foreign sounding,” he mumbled and Jazz took a deep breath.

“Did he say whose butler he is?” There were only a handful of royal houses and she could already cross out some names of possible butlers calling her. It could be Yu, but he should be happily married by now and after all they had canceled his contract. And even Izumi should know Jan by now, they had met before after all.

“No, sorry. I gave him an appointment for 4 pm.”

Jazz made a quick note of that. “Okay. But before you send him up later, can you please ask for his name again and tell me? I like to know how to address my clients after all.” Izumi was a good kid and for someone who was only a part-timer he did a good job. But it was obvious that this wasn’t his dream job and he did make some mistakes every now and then.

But she was free around 4 so why shouldn’t she just wait and see what kind of butler would come? Much to Jazz’s enjoyment H dropped by and handed over another report. They chatted a bit when Izumi called again.

“Yes?”

“Miss Mann, your client is here.” He sounded nervous.

“You forgot to ask for his name again, am I right?” she asked, slightly annoyed.

“N-no, he did tell me, but it was so fast and I hardly understood him. He didn’t even speak Japanese…”

“Izumi, I thought you can speak English. What’s wrong?” She frowned. Until now he didn’t have much trouble with English speaking clients. Why now?

“I can, but his accent and… anyway, he’s on his way already.” With that Izumi apologized again and hung up. Jazz stared at H.

“Okay, we have a mysterious butler coming here right now. But that’s good, this way you can meet him and we can see if the chemistry is right.” Trying to see the bright side of things Jazz smiled at H who slumped down a bit.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just – remember I told you about that friend of Jan I keep running into? He’s a butler, too… what if it’s him? He hates me! And I can’t stand him either! I mean he’s a complete jerk, very pretentious and judging! I couldn’t – never – ugh…” She was talking faster and faster and Jazz stared at her with wide eyes.

“He’s such a conceited dick, really, I mean, it’s kinda cute that he’s so protective and looking out for a friend, but then again, how dare he making assumptions about me based on two times we met for only some seconds?!” Now H was really agitated and Jazz had to calm her down again.

“H, relax. Don’t worry, just breathe. If it’s really your butler arch enemy, we can pass this case over to Miho and Rose. That’s the good thing about having partners.” She gave the younger woman an encouraging nod and got up when she heard the knock on her door.

H sat up straight, wringing her hands in her lap. This could be bad. This could be really, really bad…

“Come in,” Jazz said but when the door opened it wasn’t H whose heart sank. It was Jazz’s.

“Alberto…” she muttered and stared into the equally surprised face of the Altarian butler.

“Perdinci… Jazz? Is that you?”

She quickly shook off her shock and smiled weakly. “Uhm, yeah, in the flesh. Sorry, our receptionist got something mixed up, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Oh, come in, take a seat.” She ushered the bewildered man inside and motioned towards the seat next to H.

“Oh, this is H… whose service won’t be needed here. Sorry, H, this is… I’m going to explain that later, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” H simply said, eying Alberto and Jazz carefully. There was something up but Jazz didn’t seem in trouble, so H took the cue and left.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Jazz remembered her duties as a good hostess and offered Alberto refreshments.

“The coffee isn’t as good as Altarian but – well, it’s okay. Or would you like some water? Tea?”

“Coffee is fine, thank you. So, you are a marriage matchmaker now?” He shifted in his seat a bit, trying to get comfortable in this strange situation.

“Actually I’m just switched jobs to wedding planner, I only got a few marriage matchmaking clients left. Mostly I wrap up the cases I still have from before I changed jobs here. And special exceptions. I guess you are a very special exception.” She chuckled, a bit desperate sounding.

“Jan – he said you found him the love of his life and I think Yu told me about your agency before, but he was rather vague.” Alberto’s sharp mind was showing again.

“I worked with both of them although Mr. Kujo and I canceled the contract eventually. But I am glad that he still considers our service recommendable.” She smiled at him, not trying to say too much. Instead she grabbed the phone.

“Izumi? Could you bring us some coffee? Thank you.”

Usually she wouldn’t order him around like this but this time he deserved it. Definitely. After sitting down behind her desk again she took a deep breath.

“Okay, how about we push through the awkwardness and get to the point. I bet you haven’t much time.”

He tilted his head in agreement, his bangs falling into his eyes a bit. Jazz remembered those eyes. Jazz remembered a lot.

“I would be grateful if we could get the most pressing matters out of the way,” he agreed. It was strange, she had seen him in this formal role but she had also seen him in a lot more private, intimate setting and having him acting all businesslike again was a bit sobering.

“Of course. Let me explain to you how we are working and if you are still interested to sign a contract afterwards we could have most of the remaining exchange via emails and calls. I know your schedule is rather tight.”

The way his eyes widened at her remark showed her that her choice of words was a bit off but she simply ignored it for now.

“Besides the usual profiling we offer a date simulation although I think we can skip that in your case. You would still have to sign a confidentiality agreement, probably a slightly modified one. If you want me to tell you more you will have to sign a preliminary NDA.” She slid the document over to him and nodded when he signed after giving it a read.

“Okay, thank you.” Before she could explain more Izumi knocked and entered with the coffee. Jazz waited until he was out again and got back to the topic.

“So, the date simulation includes a sexual encounter to complete your profile in these regards, but we could also use our – private encounter back then as a base and I write up my report without another date simulation. Whatever you prefer.” She could tell the exact moment when her words sank in, when he remembered their ‘encounter’ as she had called it.

Jazz was sitting at the bar of a very classy, fancy hotel and ordered her third glass of red wine. She knew she better stopped soon, but dammit, this day had been torture. All she wanted now was a nice buzz and a cab back home, where no one was waiting for her anyway. Ai had moved out some weeks ago and now – well, now Jazz might be losing her job. She took a swig from her wine.

“Miss Kujoro? Sorry, have you seen His Highness?”

The man who just talked to her – that butler, wasn’t he? – looked around the bar and Jazz shook her head.

“Nope… not since he crashed this stupid event that my bosses wanted to go flawlessly so much…” That much that they even made it Jazz’s most important mission for weeks.

‘You are European, you might know better what he wants. He’s a prince after all. It’s of utmost importance that he is satisfied in the end.’

And what happened? The prince ditched after an hour or so, leaving the officials and his entourage behind. Although none of them seemed very surprised. The butler was annoyed, but in an almost resigned way. Jazz’s bosses would be furious when they heard about this – this disaster.

“This might not be a real comfort, but believe me, he already sneaked out from much better events.” The butler took a seat next to Jazz who glared at him.

“Really? SOOOO much better events? Now, that’s no comfort for me,” she sarcastically said.

“That wasn’t what I wanted to say,” he hurried to make clear but she only scoffed.

“But it is what you said nonetheless.” She shrugged, not that it mattered. Her marriage had been a scam and her bosses treated her like – like she was exchangeable. Everyone did. Another swig of her wine.

“Miss Kujoro-“ the butler began once more but she cut him off.

“It’s Jazz.” She had to get rid of this name, had to get her maiden name back. She would do that, first thing tomorrow.

“Alberto.” He bowed his head slightly.

“Piacere.” She raised her glass slightly and Alberto raised his eyebrow in return. He had nice eyebrows. Nice eyes.

“Parla Alteriano? Benissimo,” he praised her.

“Parlo solo poco,” she admitted and chuckled. “That was about all.”

“It was very good. I’m impressed.” He motioned for the barkeeper and ordered a glass of wine.

“You drink? Shouldn’t you run around and try to find that little prince of yours?” she smugly asked and batted her lashes. The whole day he had been keeping a keen eye on the prince, she had noticed how adamant he was about going everywhere the prince went.

He huffed a short laugh. “I think I’m done for today. If he doesn’t want to be found he won’t be found. That’s a lesson I had to learn the hard way.” He raised his glass. “Salute.”

With a smile she clinked glasses with him.

“Or does it bother you to drink here with me?” Suddenly his confidence vanished and he frowned slightly, eyebrows drawn together. They hadn’t talked that much, mostly in a very professional, businesslike tone. They had been both working after all.

“Nah, it’s fine. But let me warn you, I’m not exactly good company right now. I’ve got – issues.” She emphasized the last word by opening her eyes wider.

“We all got issues, so don’t worry.” There was a hint of a smile on his lips when he tried the first sip of his wine only for him to practically scowl at the glass.

“This is awful,” he growled and for a moment she feared he would spit it out, but instead he turned towards her. “How can you even drink this?”

“It’s hard to get a good wine around here,” she confessed. “Usually I hardly even notice after the second glass anymore.”

“Miss, this is outrageous. This might sound bold, but may I invite you to a decent glass of wine? We brought some from Altaria and I would gladly share a bottle with you.” He got up from his seat and waited for her answer.

“Really? You are inviting me to a glass of wine? Into your room? I hope you’re not having ulterior motives.” She giggled lightly, not that she would mind that. She hadn’t had good sex in a while. Not ever since she had met Ai. Definitely too long already.

“I assure you, I only want to replace the foul taste of this – this so called wine with something more pleasant.”

“Ulterior motives, like I said.” She grinned cheekily at him, tongue darting out briefly to wet her lips. His eyes widened. His pupils, too.

And suddenly they couldn’t get out of that bar fast enough. He ushered her towards the elevators with his hand in the small of her back. They kissed when the elevators door slid close behind them, hiding them from prying eyes. There was no sweet, testing kiss at first, it was all hunger and lust, slight desperation from her side. If she was losing it all she could just as well get lost in this for now. Take her mind off things. Take her clothes off, too.

They barely made it into his room without tripping, both not wanting to part from each other for even a second. She pushed his uniform jacket from his shoulders the moment the door was closed behind them, frantically working on his vest with slightly clumsy fingers next.

“What about… that wine…?” he panted against her lips only to make her giggle again.

“I’m already tipsy… you don’t need… to make me drunk…”

“That was… not my intention… but…”

Once she managed to open his shirt he started on the buttons of her blouse.

“But?” she asked breathlessly.

“I’m glad… that you’re not… drunk yet… not completely…” He sucked in a harsh breath when her blouse fell to the floor, leaving her in a simple black bra.

“Not drunk, don’t worry… just tipsy enough to… get rid of those pesky inhibitions…”

He growled lowly in his throat when she snapped her bra open and let it join her blouse on the floor. His hands were on her hips before she could process it, his lips on hers again, kissing, sucking, tasting. He shoved her against the wall, trapping her there and she didn’t mind at all. She wanted it a bit rough, impatient. Fuck, she needed to feel his desire, after all the rejections lately she wanted to feel how much she affected him, this stranger. This man.

“Muaviti,” she breathed, trying to urge him on. It worked. Sucking a mark into the crook of her neck his hands found the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of skirt and panties and pushed both down until gravity took care of the rest. She simply stepped out of the fabric and past him towards the bed, giving him a sultry look over her shoulder.

Impatiently he almost ripped his own pants off, toeing off shoes and socks.

“Stop right there,” he told her when she reached the bed, but before she could actually get on it. She just waited for him, with bated breath, her skin tingling in anticipation. She wasn’t good at obeying orders, not the submissive type, but hell, tonight she would do everything he told her to. She was in one of THAT moods obviously. He had treated her like a lady all day, the perfect butler. Said: “Yes, Miss,” and “Of course, Miss,” but now she wanted him to fuck her like the dirty girl she was.

She could feel the heat of his skin when he stepped behind her, not touching her at all, just breathing down her neck – literally. It sent shivers down her spine and she wondered how in the world he could still hold back after the passionate and incredible arousing foreplay. When his fingertips slightly touched her neck, down her spine and actually to her buttcrack her breath hitched. Okay, maybe they should have talked about some things. But he didn’t linger, instead his hand now rested on her hip, the other one between her shoulder blades pushed her upper body towards the bed.

“Put your hands down,” he instructed and she did, braced herself on the bed and ignored the way her legs trembled. Anticipation and arousal mixed with her intoxication and when he suddenly stepped away, breaking every form of physical contact she almost whined. But when she looked over her shoulder and saw him ripping a condom package open she regained some of her patience. Obviously he was trying to prolong the waiting time; she wouldn’t have been able to wait much longer anyway.

“Get onto the bed with one knee,” he instructed and stepped behind her again, hands running up and down her legs. She knelt on the bed on her right knee, the other foot still on the floor. It was strange but he seemed to like it, groaned in appreciation of the display in front of him. She gasped when his fingertips suddenly danced over her folds, stroking and spreading her wetness.

“You like that? Getting ordered around?” he growled and she shook her head.

“Usually not… but you… you are pretty… commanding… for a butler…” She yelped when he suddenly slapped her ass once.

“And you are pretty submissive for such an independent woman,” he said in casual tone. Had he been watching her during the day? Giving orders to caterers and staff, taking care of the small catastrophes that inevitably occurred at important events like that day – she probably had looked as if she was in command. And used to it.

“Like I said… usually not…”

“So you’re making an exception for me?” There was some teasing, a promise in his voice that made her look over her shoulder again. Only to see him standing there, naked, with his rock hard cock covered in a condom, his dark eyes catching her gaze.

“Blame it on the bad wine, but yes, I’m making an exception for you. Now you better make sure it’s worth it…”

With a grin and a raised eyebrow he suddenly lined up and pushed into her, slowly, unhurried. Jazz groaned and clawed at the sheets under her hands, arched her back slightly.

“You won’t… regret it…” he promised hoarsely and Jazz was inclined to believe him. The position was strange but it was easier than actually standing, and the angle felt incredible. She dropped her head onto the mattress, eyes closed, focusing of the sensation of his cock inside of her, the push and pull, the rhythm he created, slow but deep strokes. His hands on her hips he controlled the whole situation and she didn’t mind at all.

They were both grunting and moaning, gasping and panting. The soundtrack of sex. She loved it, got completely lost in it. Giving up control was really nice every once in a while. Just feeling, not thinking. And then he changed the angle slightly, started to fuck her faster, harder, making her scream and sob at the intensity of the pleasure he caused her.

“That’s… how you… like it…?” he panted and she whimpered, trying to nod. It had been too long that she had been desired like this, that a man had simply taken her.

Suddenly he moved, shoved her further onto the bed, on her stomach. With her hips still raised he continued to fuck her, but now one of his hands snaked around her, between her thighs, searching for her clit and rubbing it. Jazz was glad that her face was already buried in the mattress, it muffled her screams and she could grip the sheets tightly. She needed something to anchor her to the ground while she was flying high. The pleasure coursed through her, stars exploded behind her eyes when she reached her climax, shuddered and trembled beneath him.

Alberto slowed down, waited for her to catch her breath before he pulled out and flopped down next to her, gently pushing away some strands of hair sticking to her forehead. She needed a moment before she leaned in and kissed him again.

“How – how do you want to go on?”

“Are you okay to go on?” he asked, still panting. She nodded. Not only okay, she wanted to continue.

“We could also do something else, less tiring for you…” he suggested but she only grinned and straddled him, kissed him deeply and grabbed his cock to sink down on him. He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs tightly.

“You want to be in charge now?” he almost moaned. She grinned cheekily.

“Baby, I’m always in charge, even when I let you think it’s otherwise.” She leaned back, her hands on his legs, her breasts on display for him while she rolled her hips. He pushed himself up, mirroring her position, his hands propped up behind his back. Jazz was almost grinding against him, kept his cock deep inside of her. He wrapped one arm around her, pulled her closer towards him. It was harder to move like this but it felt incredible. Her still swollen and sensitive clit dragged against his pubic bone so she started moving up and down on his cock, eventually slamming down on him so he could hit all her sweet spots.

Jazz was sweating, panting, her legs trembled from the strain, but she felt better than she had in ages, felt alive, soaring, like a goddess. Alberto had his head thrown back, eyes closed, his whole body taut and she knew he was close. So Jazz focused on her own pleasure. Usually it was difficult for her to come a second time, that short after the first climax, but this time it was surprisingly easy.

“Oh my… I… sooo close…” she whimpered and he started bucking his hips, thrusting upwards, pushing her over the edge again before he roared out his own release.

The plopped down on the bed, tired and spent, but incredibly relaxed. After a moment to detangle from each other and for him to get rid of the condom they simply laid there, breathing, enjoying the afterglow. When she cooled off a bit Jazz sat up and smiled tiredly.

“Thanks, that was – definitely necessary.”

“It was my pleasure – and yours, I hope.” He bowed his head slightly, making her chuckle.

“That it was.” With a sigh she got up and started picking up her clothes.

“You don’t want to stay?” He didn’t sound disappointed, just seeking confirmation.

“I have to work tomorrow morning. And so do you, I assume. But you really helped giving this rather annoying day a very satisfying ending.” While she got dressed her got up, kissed her again before he put on some clothes, too.

“It was the same for me.” He took some cigarettes out of the drawer of his bedside table and Jazz raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, sorry. Would you like one, too?” he offered her the box.

“No, thank you. I’m not smoking.” Instead she cupped his cheek and smiled at him. “Your job must be tough. You should try to find something else to help you relax after a hard day.”

He nodded slowly. “I’ll try. Thank you, Miss – Jazz.”

She chuckled lightly. “Thank you, Alberto. Ciao, alla prossima volta.” They both knew there wouldn’t be a next time but he smiled at her, took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Arrivederci, Jazz.”

He stared at her. “A pretended date? With sex?” he asked, just to make sure.

“Indeed. That is part of the profiling, although you can of course go without this part. It just helps up to find the perfect match for you.” She nodded and smiled slightly.

He cleared his throat, took hi coffee and a sip before he looked at her again with a serious expression.

“If you would write that report, what would you write?”

Her smile widened. “Don’t worry, it would be very good. Do you still smoke?”

He was startled by her sudden change of topic but nodded. Jazz made a note.

“And do you still like to use sex to get rid of the stress of your job?”

He kept his poise, a perfect butler after all. “It is a good way to decrease some pressure, yes.”

Another note, another smile. “In that case your report could be ready in a few days. You can read it and make comments, but ultimately I am the one to write it, so it will contain what I think about our one night stand back then. You still can schedule another date scenario afterwards if you’re not happy with the report, though.”

He looked at her intently before a small smile played on his lips. “I am sure you will write an honest and convincing report.”

“And I am sure that we can find a potential wife for you in no time. You are a wonderful man.” With that she handed him some forms and the contract.

“Once you fill that out and sign it we can start. We can take care of most things via phone and email. Don’t worry, our security is top notch. If you have questions you can call me any time.”

It should be awkward, they had met during a job, had a one night stand afterwards and now they met again on the job. But Jazz couldn’t feel it, the awkwardness that would be expected. It was nice seeing him again and thinking back to the night they had spent together left her with a nice tingling in the panties, but he wasn’t the one she wanted to take care of it.

It was funny, she had slept with a lot of men and now she only ever wanted one. Her husband. Her smile must have given her away because Alberto stared at her intently before his expression softened.

“You are doing better now, aren’t you?”

Jazz nodded. “I am fantastic. And we will find you someone who makes you feel that way, too.”

“You know, when Jan gave me your number I would never have guessed to see you here.”

“Yeah, I took my maiden name back some time after we met.” And soon she would change her name again. After Miho’s wedding, when they could make it official. She couldn’t wait.

“Well, it was a pleasant surprise after all. Send me the forms and the contracts and I will take care of everything else.”

They said their goodbyes and Jazz sat back down at her desk, but instead of dwelling on her memories she was looking forward to later that night. When she would have a simple dinner with her husband in their shared home. And just like that the tingling in her panties was joined by the butterflies in her tummy.

Perdinci – Oh my god

Piacere – It’s a pleasure.

Parla Alteriano? Benissimo. – You speak Altarian? Very good!

Parlo solo poco. – I can speak only a little bit.

Ciao, alla prossima volta. – Bye. Until next time.

Arrivederci. – Goodbye.

MJS Romance: Jazz x Kunihiko Fixing things

There was no denying the fact that Jazz needed her own clothes. No matter how long she stared into Miho’s closet, there wasn’t much that could fit her smaller frame. And no matter what Miho said, Jazz actually liked wearing panties, preferably her own. So she already knew she would have to go to Kunihiko’s place and get some clothes. Sooner or later she would have to get all her stuff anyway, but she didn’t want to sneak in like a thief in the night nor did she want to run into Kunihiko. And that was the problem.

He hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted or send a pigeon or anything. She had left and he had done nothing at all to contact her and that was hurt her the most. So she was afraid to face him because as long as she didn’t it wasn’t really true. Their relationship was in a strange limbo between intact and broken up and she was afraid to tip the scale into the wrong direction. It was Schroedinger’s relationship. Scratch the cat, every girl in the world would understand this parable.

But she knew she couldn’t avoid it much longer and so she called Osanai to ask him for Kunihiko’s schedule. It was an innocent question but when she knew that he was in a meeting she also knew that he wasn’t at home. Simple, clever, perfect. And obviously Kunihiko’s day was packed so Jazz had all the time in the world to gather some clothes and leave her key on the table. Not the classiest move but it would work.

But first she had some appointments and was really grateful that her emergency dress was still in the office. She couldn’t wear the same outfit three days in a row. It was late in the afternoon before Jazz had the time and the gathered courage to head towards Kunihiko’s apartment. Her heart pounded furiously and her hands were sweaty and trembling, but she managed to unlock the door like the countless times she did before. Only this time would be the last.

With a feeling as if she had swallowed a rock that now settled in her stomach Jazz walked into the familiar rooms, quickly grabbed the most important stuff. Documents, some memorabilia, and of course some clothes. She was glad that there were still boxes around from when she moved in with Kunihiko. She felt as if that was in another lifetime and it wasn’t even a month. Usually even Jazz managed to get a relationship going longer than that. With a glance at the boxes she realized that she would have to call a cab. Or someone with a car. But it was a workday and the only one coming to mind was Takao. She wouldn’t call Takao. He was a friend of Kuni and might tell him, it was too risky. No, she would quietly keep packing stuff and call a cab. Tokyo taxi drivers had seen worse than a crying woman with moving boxes.

She quickly sorted through her clothes, only took what she really needed now. Panties and bras, a few dresses and blouses, skirts and pants. Pajamas. Shoes. Everything stuffed into a box and a bag. She looked around the bedroom, considering bringing some of her jewelry but that didn’t seem that important now. Her gaze stopped at a picture that sat on Kunihiko’s nightstand. It was the black and white photo Jinpachi had taken, the lines and curves of her body from her hips down to her legs. Hesitantly she took the picture and following her whim she pushed it into her bag. Her picture, her body, her memories.

Jazz would have preferred to wipe out every trace of her in this place but she didn’t have the time for that. Still, she could take all the private things, everything that meant something to her. All the other stuff would follow as soon as she had figured out where she would stay.

She checked the clock and was surprised about how long she had taken so far. She better left soon, there was no use in pushing her luck. Jazz had just stacked two boxes on top of each other when she heard the key in the lock. She froze.

Now she really felt like an intruder, a thief, although she only came to get her own things. She wouldn’t take anything from him; she didn’t want anything from him. Only what belonged to her.

“Jazz? Jazz, are you still here?” He sounded breathless, hurried. Oh god. OH GOD! What should she do? Hide? Run? No, she wasn’t that childish and although she dreaded the encounter that was inevitable now, she was enough of an adult to simply get over with it and walk out with her head held high. No need for panic. Okay, maybe a little panic.

“I am here.” She stood up and smoothed down her dress, waiting for him to arrive in the bedroom.

“Thank god, you’re still here…” He was panting, his hair a bit disheveled. He must have been running. She snorted a dry laugh. Yeah, figure. He couldn’t wait to give her the finishing blow, could he?

His gaze fell on the boxes and the bag next to her and he straightened up, took a few steps towards her.

“What are you doing?”

Jazz couldn’t look at him. She knew his face, knew every expression and loved them all, but now she couldn’t watch him. Maybe she better just got over with it, like ripping off a bandage.

“I’m packing.” She was proud that her voice didn’t waver, that she sounded calm and matter-of-factly. Because inside she was a whirlwind of emotions, fear and pain and defiance swirling around in her head and her heart, making it hard for her to focus.

“You want to leave?” Kunihiko sounded as if he couldn’t belief it, as if that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind once. Maybe because he couldn’t imagine that she would take charge instead of waiting for him to send her stuff to her.

“I already left, did you forget? Or didn’t you even notice?” She couldn’t hold back the slightly bitter, sharp tone, that poison that was eating at her from the inside.

His shoulders slumped a bit and Jazz had to bite her lip to stop it from trembling.

“I – the office was like crazy today. All the projects that got cancelled – they all wanted to apologize and resume business relations. We were swamped with work.”

That was his answer? That was all?! Jazz took a deep breath, let it escape again through her nose. Tried to stay calm.

Kunihiko looked directly at her.

“Was that you?”

She chuckled dryly. “Sure. I went to all those companies and slept with everyone there so they would give you another chance.” The frown on his face was quickly replaced with a sad look.

“I deserve that, huh?”

Carefully he took a step closer and Jazz backed off, trying to keep the distance between them. She couldn’t be near him, here in this room where they had been so much closer, so many times. And now? Now she was here, watching their love wither before her own eyes. It was just too much to take. If he touched her now she feared that her heart would just shrivel, a tiny lump of tissue and muscle, no room for any kind of feelings left.

“What you deserve,” Jazz began, voice thick with her suppressed tears, “is someone who is good for you. But right now? I can’t find it in me to wish you that.” She knew she was petty, that this wouldn’t help her at all. But she was a stickler for honesty and she wouldn’t start lying now.

“I think I already have someone like that.”

Again he stepped closer and Jazz had nowhere left to run. Another step back and she would fall backwards on the bed. With every step he came closer her panic grew. If he touched her now she would just break. There wouldn’t even be enough left of her to ever put her together again. She would shrivel and wrinkle and when he turned his back on her she would simply cease to exist. Poof, just like that.

“Jazz… why did you even do that?” His violet eyes were trained on her, he was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. “After our argument… why did you even try to help me?”

She was trembling now, afraid of saying something stupid, really stupid when she opened her mouth. She wanted to snap at him, tell him that she didn’t ‘try’ anything but actually managed to resolve the mess with his company, managed to put Akane Kujuro in her place, all in a day’s work, but she couldn’t.

“Because I love you…” she breathed, followed by a sob. It was so pathetic, she was so pathetic, how could she ever think she deserved love? If she had learned one thing in her life it was that she only picked the wrong men and now that she had thought she had found the right one, the wrong men interfered again, albeit only their shadows. She tried to calm her breathing and wiped her eyes. She could do this. She could be a freakin’ adult and get over with this.

“Because the thought of you losing everything because of me drove me crazy. Consider it my farewell gift.” Jazz almost choked on these words but now that they were out she felt better. Closure. Yes, maybe that had been the thing she needed. By avoiding this conversation she had robbed herself of the chance to make her peace with this.

Of course that was complete bullshit. Even if they managed to talk this through, to find some mature and calm way of doing this, a break up was a break up. It would hurt either way.

“I don’t want that.” Kunihiko’s voice sounded hoarse and the crease between his brows deepened further. “I am grateful that you did whatever you did, but I don’t want it to be a farewell gift. I don’t want you to go.”

His hands cupped her face and as predicted Jazz broke. The tiny cracks in her façade widened and deepened, giving way for her tears.

“The last few days… without you here – it just didn’t feel right. I know that there’s no apology that can fix this, and believe me, I never wanted to hurt you or make you feel bad about yourself. That is actually something I admire about you. That you don’t seem to have regrets.” He offered her a small smile and Jazz snorted a laugh.

“Ha! I have so many regrets. The guy that pilfered my savings? Marrying head over heels and finding out my husband’s gay? Only yesterday I-“ She choked, sobbed and needed to take a deep breath. “I – I did something horrible,” she finally admitted in a small voice, unable to look at him.

His hands tensed slightly before he exhaled audibly, but he didn’t pull back.

“It’s okay, whatever it is, you can tell me. We can get through this,” he assured her only to meet her accusing gaze.

“You think I slept with someone else,” she finally said, a bitter statement, not a question. He only winced for a split second but it was enough for Jazz to drop her head again.

“Okay, I get it. Will it always be like this? Will you always doubt me? Make me feel guilty?” She stepped back and plopped down on the bed into a sitting position. “I can’t change my past, you know? And honestly, I wouldn’t even if I could. I made mistakes but that is life. Everyone makes mistakes.” And she didn’t even consider most of them actual mistakes.

The bed dipped next to her when he sat down, too, not touching her yet but close enough that she could feel the usual pull, the need for physical contact in his presence. But she didn’t give in, not when she wasn’t sure where this would end.

“I’m sorry… you are right. Everyone makes mistakes and I just made another stupid one. I do trust you, really, it’s just – my biggest fear is losing you. Ever since I finally found you I’m afraid that something, maybe someone, will you take you away from me.”

Jazz sighed. “Jealousy is often a sight of insecurity,” she mused loudly. “The thing is, whenever you get jealous I feel guilty, although I know I didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t blame me for having a past.” She shrugged. “I don’t blame you for yours, either.”

He nodded slowly. “I know. I really do.” For a moment neither of them spoke, they just didn’t know what to say, afraid to break this fragile peace.

“Do you want to talk about it? The horrible thing you did?” he suddenly offered.

She sighed, wrung her hands in her lap. “I blackmailed Ai and Akane to take care of their mess by threatening to make some details of my marriage public. I betrayed his trust and – shit, I just sank down on her level.”

“I don’t think he’s mad at you,” Kunihiko slowly said.

“Yeah? How come?”

“He paid me a visit today. Apologized for his mother’s actions. Honestly, between him and Miho – it’s a miracle that I’m still alive,” he jokingly said, but Jazz didn’t laugh. “Anyway, I had a long talk with him and if it wasn’t for the call from the concierge, telling me you came here I would probably still sit with him and talk.”

She still stayed silent and he filled the silence with words.

“I don’t like him, not after everything he did to you, but I have to admit – I’m not better. I hurt you, too, and I’m not sure if you can forgive me. If I can forgive me.” He hesitated but continued talking. “You are right, I have been jealous. But not of the men who – who slept with you. After talking to your ex husband I realized that I’m most jealous that he got something from you that you now won’t give anyone else. You married him. Even without ever having slept with him… because you loved him so much. I think that’s what’s really bothering me. Not that you had sex with other, in this day and age that’s pretty normal, but that you have loved so much before.”

Again silence stretched between them, wrapped them in a blanket that was hard to shake off. But she managed.

“You are an idiot.” But there was no rage in her words, she was too tired for anger by now. “I never said I wouldn’t marry ever again, I just said I don’t want to get married right now. That I want to be sure this time. I always thought I would only get married once and if I was Catholic I think I would have gone for an annulment rather than a divorce, basically erasing this marriage from my record.” She laughed briefly. “Sounds strange, I know. But in the end it wouldn’t change the fact that I said ‘I do’ and believed in it. So can you understand that I’m scared of making the same mistake twice? Of being too eager, too blinded?”

He nodded slowly, weakly. In his mind he could understand, even approve of her caution, her strength of will. But his heart – well, his heart had a mind of its own.

Jazz took another deep breath. The hardest part was yet to come.

“So the question is simple. Do you think you can live with that? Knowing about my past, but not about the future? At least not the next months, maybe years? I don’t know when I will be ready to marry again, but I do know that I can’t imagine it to be anyone else than you.”

She bit her bottom lip, dragged it through her teeth, unable to look at him. If he said ‘no’… well, if he really said no she would pack her things and leave. So far she had no idea what to do afterwards, but she wouldn’t beg him to stay, to love her. She would quietly leave his life and move on with her own. Somehow.

She prayed he wouldn’t say no.

“I – I think there’s something wrong here,” he finally said and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever he would say.

“I’m not the one making a decision. You have always been honest with me-“

Jazz flinched imperceptibly. She was honest whenever he asked her something, but she only answered his questions. She still held some things back sometimes.

“- and still I have made you feel bad about yourself, about your honesty. I know you said some things just so I wouldn’t say them and I understand. It would have hurt more and there would be no way to take them back.”

Jazz nodded. Some words couldn’t be taken back, they would always stay, lingering between them, piling up until they suffocated any feelings. That was why she chose her words carefully in a fight. Things said in anger or frustration were often crueler than intended, but once said they couldn’t be unheard.

Kunihiko kept on talking. “But I want you to know that I was wrong, that I feel deeply sorry for hurting you, for saying what I said and most of all, for making you think I would actually believe those words. I don’t. I never did. And even if, it shouldn’t matter. You are a strong and independent woman, brave and smart. I was a fool not to tell you about Kujuro-san and her actions against me and my company, I was a fool to think you wouldn’t do everything you can to help me. But I was also too proud to ask for your help.” He smiled wryly and Jazz inhaled sharply. Where was he heading?

“Pride shouldn’t be an issue between us. Jealousy shouldn’t be. I love you. I want to spend my life with you, with or without wedding, I don’t care. If you can forgive me I will never let you go again. And if you can’t – the please let me do whatever it takes so you can eventually. Let me earn your trust again, let me-“

She cut him off with a kiss, slid into his lap and wrapped her arms around him.

“Sometimes the only one that can make you feel better is the one who hurt you in first place,” she whispered against his lips. “And I really, really want you to make me feel better now. I’m fed up with feeling miserable.”

She didn’t need tell him twice. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her even closer against him he kissed her, the fear, the insecurity, the guilt – everything that had kept them apart melted away under their kisses, the urgency and longing that spurred them on. They didn’t even separate long enough to undress properly, their clothes ripped from them, discarded carelessly on the floor.

Without giving him much of a choice Jazz pushed Kunihiko down on the bed, pulled his pants and boxers just so far down that she could reveal his hard cock, her own panties just pushed to the side so she could sink down on him, her dress hiked up, his shirt half unbuttoned. There would be time for tender lovemaking later, now she needed to feel him, to reconnect in the most primal way she could think of. Her nails dragged down his half exposed chest, left red marks until she reached a button, ripped it off while yanking his shirt further off him. Her hands on his chest Jazz started moving, spurred on by his gaze, eyes dark and full of desire.

He had been right, not everything could be fixed with sex. But this? This worked. She hissed and groaned, head thrown back, eyes closed, focused on the physical sensations rather the emotions. There was still a lingering pain at the edges of her conscience and she knew it would take some time for it to fade, leaving only a slightly more sensitive spot behind. But she was willing to take the risk, praying that this time she wasn’t mistaken. He was worth it. Their love was worth it.

Kunihiko startled her by suddenly sitting up, hands cupping her face again, his thumbs wiping away tears she hadn’t realized shedding.

“I will never hurt you again,” he promised hoarsely, making her sob. An empty promise; he couldn’t possibly keep it, but his intention was true. So she wrapped her arms around him while he did the same, slowly rocked in his lap, bodies pressed tightly against each other, countless kisses filling the little space between them. He came first, encouraged by both sweet and dirty words from her lips. Only when Kunihiko stilled the movements of her hips she stopped, still embracing him. They panted and were sweaty, but she grinned widely at him.

“You are … incredible…” he chuckled, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t you ever forget that,” Jazz reminded him before she got off his lap with a sigh, heading for the bathroom to clean up. When she came back Kunihiko was lying on the bed, completely naked now and with a small smile on his lips.

“Hey you,” he greeted her and Jazz smiled back.

“Hey.” She crawled onto the bed, right into his open arms. There was still a lot for them to talk about, but when he started undressing her, without the rush from earlier, they both wordlessly decided to do the talking later. And after he had coaxed the second orgasm from her, growing hard in the process again, they had the tender lovemaking that soothed both their hearts until they could fall asleep, entangled in each other.

Breakfast the next day was spent in a relaxed, happy atmosphere.

“Have you called Miho and said you won’t come to work today?” he asked and handed her a bowl with fresh sliced fruit.

“I sent her a text last night so she doesn’t worry. It was a bit short but I guess she got what I tried to say, she sent me a ‘Show him who’s the boss’ back, followed by a couple of emojis and some lewd comments.” Jazz giggled and Kunihiko rolled his eyes, but smiled.

“She’s really-“

He started but Jazz raised an eyebrow.

“A bad influence?” she asked teasingly.

“A great friend,” he finished his sentence. Jazz hummed in agreement and took a sip of tea.

“You know you will have to beg to get back into her good graces, right?”

He sighed. “Yeah, figured so much. Maybe whiskey on the house for – hm, forever?”

Jazz chuckled. “That’s at least a good start. Just to ease your mind, she’s at least not the type who slaps you the ‘I told you so’ into your face. She gloats, and very much so, but only because she’s happy that everything worked out in the end.” She smiled fondly, thinking about Miho. “But I’m glad that I don’t have to stay at her place anymore. She’s got wandering hands when she’s half asleep, thinking I’m Goto…”

Kunihiko blinked a few times but didn’t say anything. They continued eating, thoughts wandering but only to happy places.

“So, are you sure?” he asked, for the umpteenth time that morning after putting his dish into the sink.

“I am,” she confirmed and smiled reassuringly. “I know I will get into real trouble, especially with Miho, but I think it’s the right thing to do.”

He grinned happily, violet eyes shining. “We are really going to do it?”

Jazz nodded and beamed back at him. “We are. Let’s elope.”

MJS Past, present and future: Jazz x Kunihiko (past Jazz x Jinpachi)

“I still need your guest list to get the menu with the caterer done. Flowers are taken care of and we get the cake at Larme,” Jazz said and grinned at the way Miho and Goto examined the proposal she had given them. They and Subaru, who was constantly nagging, much to Jazz’s annoyance.

“What kind of location is that?” he frowned.

“Actually it belongs to an old classmate of Kunihiko. It’s perfect, a small garden for the ceremony and a hall for the reception afterwards. I think it fits the bridal couple very well.” Jazz winked at Goto; she had read the report after all and knew about their little adventure in the park. The garden was the tribute to that and when she had told Miho her idea Jazz was met with loud laughter. She loved it.

“You know we want to keep it simple and rather small. Family and close friends, that’s all. I don’t want to feed every Tom, Dick and Harry who gets us a potted plant as wedding gift,” Miho reminded Jazz.

“I know, that’s why the location is rather small. 80, maybe 100 people at the most. The less the better,” Jazz said with a nod.

“But you will invite the team, right?” Subaru asked and Goto sighed. The groom had been rather quiet so far, not even the glass of beer had loosened his tongue so far.

“Kuni, can we get another round?” Jazz asked her boyfriend behind the bar and he nodded, prepared a whiskey for Miho, a fruity cocktail for Jazz, a glass of red wine for Subaru and water for Goto. They were comfortably sitting in Long Island, discussing the wedding of Miho and Goto.

“And guess what? I got Jinpachi Yushima as your wedding photographer.” Proudly Jazz beamed at the bridal couple and Miho looked adequately impressed, but Goto didn’t even bat an eye.

“How did you get him for this? He’s a top photographer, one of the best we have in Japan,” Subaru wondered and Jazz grinned smugly.

“It was a personal favor.”

“Really? Well, anyway, I guess Kurosawa will be heartbroken that someone else is taking the pictures,” Subaru quickly changed the topic, robbing Jazz of her short moment of accomplishment.

“Even better,” Goto said. “No matter what that photographer costs, we take him.” Miho chuckled and Jazz joined in.

“So, about the bridesmaid’s dresses… don’t you dare putting us into some butt-ugly rag. We accept silver, blue or grey, matching the color theme of the wedding.” Jazz knew that in the end she would chose the dress but she wanted at least pretend to ask Miho for her opinion.

“Silver, blue and grey?” Subaru scoffed. “I thought it was a wedding and not a policemen’s ball.”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “Who are you to nag all my suggestions?” she snapped at him, only calmed down by Kuni who just brought them their drinks.

“I am the best man!” Subaru declared, almost challenging Jazz.

“Yeah? For what? Lame ideas? Honestly, ikebana and napkin folding are not the ‘pillars of a wedding’,” Jazz mockingly repeated Subaru’s earlier words, earning a chuckle from Miho.

“I told you it would be fun when they get at each other’s throat,” she just whispered towards Goto whose lips curled up into a tiny smile.

“And who are you that you come with ideas like ‘butterscotch cake’?” Subaru was angry, the crease between his eyebrows deepening with every new topic Jazz brought up so far.

“I am the wedding planner. AND the bridesmaid, so please let me do my work and stop complaining about everything. The bride and the groom are the only ones who may complain,” Jazz hissed and shot a glance at Miho. “Although I would advise them to be kind in their choice of words.”

Miho winked at her and Jazz stuck out her tongue, giggling softly.

“Honestly, what am I doing here in the first place if the wannabe wedding planner is making all the decisions in the end,” Subaru pouted and suddenly cried out in pain.

“Oh sorry, was that your shin?” Jazz smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes at Subaru. Kunihiko chuckled lowly behind the bar and even Goto grinned.

“Just so you know, I am a really good wedding planner,” she said and took a sip of her drink. “Not everyone would get OMI to sing on a private wedding after all.”

“You got what?!” Miho actually seemed excited about this piece of information.

“Who’s that?” Goto asked, looking back and forth between his fiancée and their wedding planner.

“See? He has no idea. You don’t even know what kind of music he likes. I know him better than you,” Subaru said triumphantly.

Jazz snorted a short laughter. She had read Goto’s client profile after all, she knew more about him than Subaru could imagine.

“That’s cute, why don’t you marry him, then? And don’t forget, I know the bride better than you.”

Subaru smirked. “Are you so sure about that?” He raised an eyebrow at Jazz who knew how crude that was, especially in presence of the groom.

“Oh, I am.” Jazz had also read Subaru’s report after all. “Believe me, I know her better. In every aspect.” Jazz saw the realization dawning in his face and leaned back, now she was the one smirking.

Miho cleared her throat and sighed. “So, are you done comparing your dicks, metaphorical and real ones? Good. Subaru, Jazz is the wedding planner, she takes care of the location, the food and drinks, the whole party. You are the best man, you take care of the speeches, the rings and if necessary, the bachelor party before the wedding.”

Goto frowned and clicked his tongue, obviously not wanting that party at all.

“Everything else will get figured out between all of us somehow and until then, try not to strangle each other, okay?”

Jazz nodded reluctantly and so did Subaru, but they kept glaring at each other for the rest of the night.

“So, would you tell me how you know people like Jinpachi Yushima and OMI?” Kunihiko asked when he and Jazz were back at home, getting ready for bed.

“Funny story, I was actually living with them in the same apartment house when I first came to Tokyo,” she explained and smiled at the memory. “It was strange but they were nice, everyone in that apartment house was. Well, maybe the landlord was a bit creepy, but we always had those parties on the roof and that somehow bound is together.”

“So… you never worked with them?” Kunihiko kept asking, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, I did. At least with Jin. Not with Masa, though…” When she saw how his eyes narrowed a bit and his jaw tensed she chuckled.

“Kuni~” she cooed and wrapped her arms around him. “We have talked about this. You have promised not to pry and not to get jealous of my past.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I know, but I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

“You should make sure to ask the right questions, then,” she chided him gently. “I worked with Jin, but he never was my client. It was more the other way around.”

“What do you mean?” Kunihiko frowned lightly, obviously unable to follow her train of thought. Of course, he couldn’t read her mind after all. Which was a good thing most of the times.

“He wasn’t a client of MJS if that was what you wanted to know. You are aware that I had another job before that, right? And not even that job was it what I was referring to. He’s a photographer and one day one of his models cancelled on him, five minutes before the shooting. He had asked me to take her place and said he owed me a favor for it. Well, I called in this favor now.” She shrugged and nuzzled her nose against his neck. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Mhm… actually I am. Sorry, I know I said I could handle it…” He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and Jazz laughed.

“Honestly, if I would meet someone you had sex with I wouldn’t be exactly elated, either. And it’s nice that you are a bit possessive when it comes to me. But of course you still have to apologize properly.” She let her fingertips trail down his chest and stopped at his belt.

“Do I have to beg you on my knees?” His lips brushed over hers and she closed her eyes and sighed.

“That actually sounds very tempting. Try that for a start.”

Jazz found herself staring at the picture that used to hang in her bedroom and now was stored away in a box with some of the other stuff she had brought to Kunihiko’s apartment but hadn’t found a place for yet. This picture was special, though. It was a black and white photo of a naked female body, just the curve of the hip and a part of the stomach, a bit of the leg but nothing else. It was completely safe, no private areas showing and yet it was a very intimate picture, although more for the story behind it than the actual scene.

She still could remember the way he smelled, like cigarettes and developer and something else she couldn’t name but that would always be tied to him in her mind. She could remember how he made her laugh, how serious he was about taking her picture. He had made some breathtaking close-ups of her face, au naturel, with disheveled hair but still glowing from the night they had spent together. And in the warm morning sun that was shining into his bedroom he had taken more pictures, the focus of his camera wandering from her face down her body and up again, capturing her from every angle she was still comfortable with.

“You are really beautiful, you know that?” Jinpachi smiles and looks at her over his camera and Jazz stretches lazily, winks at him and purrs: “You’re pretty handsome, too.”

Letting the camera sink he stares at her, following the lines and curves of her body with his gaze, already planning on doing the same with his fingers and lips again later. This isn’t the first time he sees her like this, naked and relaxed after one or even a few rounds of sex with him, but somehow this is special and he wants to memorize as much of this as possible.

“Say, Jazz, would you turn around for me?”

She is currently lying on her back, unashamedly presenting her breasts and the small curve of her belly, this little bit of flesh he wants to sink his teeth into, and pretends to actually think about his request.

“You won’t do anything naughty, will you?” she coos and he grins wolfishly. Of course he will and she knows it, but still she rolls over on her stomach, looks over her shoulder and wiggles her hips, lets her ass shake a bit. She knows how much he loves her ass, this firm and round butt that tempts him every time she walks in front of him, every time she bends over a bit, aware of his eyes on her.

She hears the shutter of the camera and chuckles.

“You’re really taking a photo because it lasts longer?” she teasingly asks. “I have thought you had enough photos by now.”

“Never enough,” he growls but eventually puts the camera down, his urge to capture the moment, her sensual beauty, losing against the other urge, the need to have her again and again. He hasn’t told her yet about this job that will take him to Africa for half a year, probably more, there hasn’t been the right time yet.

Jazz sighs contentedly when he gets on top of her, his weight already a familiar one that she enjoys more than she likes to admit. She can feel his hardness pressed against her ass, his lips leaving wet trails on her skin from her shoulder up her neck. His goatee tickles her a bit but she moans at the feeling of his teeth grazing her skin. He playfully bites her earlobe and she chuckles again just for him to change his approach and trail kisses down her back until he reaches her ass.

“You’re really looking good enough to eat,” he mutters and nips at her skin, the flesh soft and warm under his touch. Jazz squeals a bit and buries her face in the pillow, her body shaking with laughter, sending vibrations into the cheek he’s just nibbling at.

“Shh, hold still. I’m working here,” he grumbles teasingly and Jazz tries to hold her laughter in.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t know it’s work for you. But in your age it as well might be considered work, huh?” Her sass earns her a harsher bite and she yelps a bit, chides him with a laugh.

“Ouch, Jin! Not so hard!”

“Hm, that’s pretty much the opposite of what you usually say.” He grins against her skin and licks the bite to soothe the pain a bit and Jazz giggles again.

“You are terrible.” It’s said with the sweetest smile he can imagine and he simply shrugs.

“That’s what you like about me. I’m terrible – terribly handsome. And talented. And I can make you scream my name terribly loud.”

She giggles again but sighs when he pushes a hand under her and raises her hips a bit, pushing her ass up in a way so he can push his tongue into her pussy, making her gasp.

“J-Jin!” she half chides, half moans, feeling a bit too much on display in this position. But he keeps her in place, tongue exploring her pussy and folds.

He groans against her skin, greedily tasting her wetness, until he finally pulls back.

“Get that ass up higher,” he demands and grabs a condom from the bedside table while Jazz sighs and gets on her knees, face still buried in the pillows.

“You know I’m still a bit sore, right?” she pouts and he grins, almost proud at her complaint.

“I know, but I also know that you like it when you feel where I’ve been for days.” He quickly rips the foiled square open and rolls the condom over his cock, his mouth watering at the sight in front of him.

“Should have never told you that,” she mutters but wiggles her hips slightly to urge him on. When he lines up, the head of his cock nudging at her core, she takes a deep breath. Despite his rough tone and sometimes seemingly thoughtless greed he’s gentle when he pushes into her but Jazz hisses and grabs the sheets tightly. There’s a faint burn alongside the pleasant friction, an unfamiliar edge. She will feel this for several days to come but she doesn’t care.

“Come on, old man, show me what you still can do,” she taunts him, grinning at him over her shoulder. Jinpachi growls and pulls back just to slam back into her, eliciting gasps, curses and moans from her.

“Holy-! Ugh… come on… harder…”

They are capable of having sweet and gentle sex, vanilla and still satisfying, but most of the times they enjoy a slightly rougher, faster pace. His hands grab her hips tightly, probably leaving bruises again. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Jinpachi is busy soaking up every last impression and sensation of this moment, he wishes he could take a picture of this right now, just to capture the way her body is bending and moving, how her back is arched, the line of her neck is exposed. He wouldn’t dare telling her that of course, fully aware of her limits. But dammit, she’s so lost in this moment like he is, savoring every touch, every thrust.

He stops, a bit panting. “Lie down.”

Again she looks at him over her shoulder before she sighs and glides forwards, smoothing down the crumbled sheets in the process until she’s lying flat on her stomach again. There is something about the way she just follows his instructions, completely trusting him and eager for him to continue, that makes him want to stay. Maybe if he doesn’t leave this could become something serious between them, something with a future. But then again, she will leave Japan soon, too. Better to live in the moment, to enjoy what they are having for as long as it lasts.

He follows her movement, covers her with his own body, his chest against her back, propped up on his elbows.

Jazz turns her head and angles it so they can kiss, messy and sloppy but sweet nonetheless. When one of his hands snake under her body, grabbing her breasts, she already knows what will happen next and tilts her hips slightly to allow his other hand to slip between her thighs. She moans when his fingers find her clit, circling the already swollen bud. To her surprise he moves slowly now, not slamming into her like usual. Not that she wants to complain, it feels amazing after all.

Jinpachi peppers her neck and shoulders with kisses, nibbles at her skin from time to time and Jazz reached behind her, wraps an arm around his neck and draws him closer while titling her hips again, changing the angle of his thrusts slightly.

“So… oh… so close… “ she whimpers and tugs lightly at his hair, urging him on so that he picks up the pace again, pushing her over the edge into her climax.

Once she calms down a bit he stops, only slowly grinding against her now.

“You okay?” He’s panting and so is she but she nods.

“Uh-huh… but I think that’s enough for today… I can’t take another one…”

With a soft smile he kisses the nape of her neck. “That’s okay, as long as you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I did, don’t worry. What about you?” There’s no doubt that he is still hard and he chuckles.

“I might need some help with that.” He pulls out and plops down on the bed just for Jazz to straddle him immediately.

“Easy now,” he reminds her and she smiles, slowly sinks down on his cock and leans close to kiss him. She rolls her hips against his, unhurried and relaxed, rides him almost lazily. He grabs her hands and intertwines their fingers, kisses her greedily and she is a bit startled by this display of affection, usually he’s not that clingy. She doesn’t mind, though. Jazz speeds up when he starts panting against her lips, angles her hips a bit until he gasps just to keep rocking against him like this. He throws his head back into the pillows, digs his heels into the mattress, his legs trembling slightly, and Jazz sits up a bit, one hand on his chest, the other reaching behind her back, cupping his balls.

“Oh my… fu… ohhh…” With a growl he tenses, upper body rising from the bed and Jazz wraps her arms around him, holds him close while still moving her hips until he stills her movements with a hand on her hips. They share some kisses before she finally gets off him, lying down next to him, waiting until he is cleaned up a bit. She snuggles close to him, sore but satisfied, a bit drowsy.

“I’ve got a job offer,” he says into the silence in the bedroom, his hand gently trailing up and down her arm.

“Uh-huh…”

“In Africa.”

Jazz sits up a bit. “That’s good, isn’t it? Didn’t you want to go there?”

“I did. I do. It’s just –“ He sighs and sits up, too.

“When?” She doesn’t even ask for how long.

“Next week.”

“Hm…” They have talked about this, the whole thing between them is only temporary and both know that, agreed to that.

“Guess I will have to make sure you’ll miss me then, huh?” She pushes him back on the bed and rolls on top of him.

“What are you doing? I thought you were sore.” There’s laughter in his voice but also confusion.

“I will have enough time to recover after next week,” she explains and leans in to kiss him. He doesn’t object at all.

At the end of that week he gives her the pictures he has made that morning and she has to bite back the tears.

“I’ve destroyed the negatives, don’t worry. You’re the only one who has these photos,” he assures her and Jazz quickly browses through the stack of pictures, smiling at the memory of that morning. She pulls one of the pictures out and hands it over to him.

“Here. I know how much you love my ass,” she says cheekily and waits until he takes the picture of said body part.

“You sure?” He raises an eyebrow at her but she only nods.

“Something to cheer you up when you get lonely,” she teasingly replies. It’s only a butt, no one would be able to tell it’s hers after all.

“Okay. Thanks. Take care, babydoll.” He smiles at her and Jazz smiles back, gets on her tiptoes and kisses him.

“Take care yourself,” she whispers, turns around and goes back into her apartment without looking back. It’s better that way.

“What are you looking at?” Kunihiko’s voice pulled her back from her trip down memory lane and she smiled at him. It wasn’t fair that she hadn’t told him the truth earlier, although he definitely didn’t ask the right question. But she knew what he wanted to ask and she owed him an honest answer.

“Just a picture,” she casually said and showed him what she had been staring at.

“It’s pretty.” Kunihiko wrapped his arms around her and Jazz rested her head on his shoulder.

“That’s me,” she admitted and he made a non-committal sound, but craned his neck to look at the picture again.

“Hm, yeah… I can see that. That little mole there… and the tiny scar here.” He pointed at said spots and Jazz smiled.

“You have spent quite some time to get familiar with my body, huh?” she teased and turned to kiss him.

“I have. And I plan on spending even more time on that.” Kunihiko nuzzled her neck and she sighed. “Do you want to tell me who took the photo?”

“Don’t you already know?” she asked back.

“Was it for that job you have mentioned?” He created some space between them to look at her and Jazz shook her head.

“When you asked if I had worked with them I told you the truth. I have worked with Jin but only once, and only as his model. But this picture? It’s a private one. We had – something, I don’t even know how to call it. It was more than a fling and less than a relationship. I had a crush on him but I wasn’t in love. He left for a job and I thought I would leave the country, too. And then I met Ai and things changed a lot and honestly, if it wasn’t for Miho’s wedding I wouldn’t have talked to Jin ever again, I think.” She bit her bottom lip, unsure how he would take it.

“How long ago was that?”

Jazz sighed. “Feels like a lifetime ago, but it was about four years ago?” It really felt like an eternity.

“The picture is really good. Do you want to display it somewhere?”

She knew it was his way of saying he wasn’t mad, it was fine.

“No. I will keep it, but I don’t think we should put it on a wall here at home.” It was strange how easy the word ‘home’ came from her lips now. She grinned mischievously. “But we can hang it in your office. So you could always look at it when you get lonely.”

“And always have to sit there with a hard-on? No, thanks.” He chuckled and Jazz cupped his face in her hand.

“You know that I love you, do you?” she seriously asked.

“I know,” he confirmed and kissed her. And then he confirmed it again.

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 Romance: Jazz x Kunihiko – Mile High

Jazz smiled at the airport security guard and walked through the metal detector. There was a short beeping and she sighed, took off her shoes and walked back through. Beep beep.

“Are you wearing metal jewelry?”

Jazz shook her head. “But my underwear contains some more wires than most bras,” she admitted. The corsage made of lace and satin sounded like a very bad idea at first, but after the flight from Japan back home when she had already worn something similar she was actually convinced of this piece of garment. It somehow made her feel better.

It took some time and convincing before she was finally allowed to pass. At the check in counter another surprise waited for her.

“Miss Mann, your ticket has been upgraded. Please go the check in for business class travelers. You can also wait in our lounge after checking in. Have a nice day and a pleasant flight.”

The woman smiled at Jazz who hesitantly took her ticket and walked over to the other counter. After check in and another affirmation that yes, her ticket had been upgraded but no, sadly the nice lady behind the counter couldn’t tell Jazz who exactly had upgraded her ticket, she went into the lounge for some refreshments. Much to her surprise she found a familiar face there.

“Kunihiko?! What are you doing here?”

He beamed at her and jumped up from his seat only to hug her tightly.

“You asked me to pick you up from the airport.” He sounded a bit smug but most of all happy. Jazz returned his embrace but was still puzzled.

“I did, but I was thinking you would pick me up in Tokyo, not here!”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he admitted and brought some distance between them, just enough for her to see his face.

“Well, I AM surprised. And happy. Thank you.” She hugged him again and giggled. Obviously she wasn’t the only one in this relationship who was good for a surprise every now and then.

“How was the wedding?” Kunihiko led her to a table and they both sat down, holding hands all the time.

“Nice. My cousin was a lovely bride, I was wearing a dress that I had chosen so it wasn’t hideous, the ceremony was a tearjerker. The food was great, there was enough alcohol and the music was fantastic. All in all it was a great party. Except for the fact that my mom had to tell everyone that I’m divorced now. What better occasion is there to announce the end of a marriage than a wedding?” She rolled her eyes and Kunihiko chuckled.

“They made me line up to catch the bouquet.”

He laughed even more. “And? Did you catch it?”

“Catch it? It came directly my way so I stepped to the side. No thanks, I’m done with marriages for some time now. No wedding for me.” She shook her head until she noticed his expression. Oh.

“Wait, you – you are not disappointed, are you? I mean, you are aware that I just got divorced, right?”

He looked away and sighed. “And you are aware that we met when I was looking for a potential wife, are you?”

“Oh.” The sudden silence extinguished the earlier happiness Jazz had felt. This was awkward. Well, they never had the time to actually talk about their relationship. Since she had left Japan a week ago they had talked over the phone, but most of those calls had ended rather steamy. Kunihiko definitely had a way with words.

“We – we should really talk about some things, huh?” She gave him an apologetic smile and he sighed again.

“Yes, we should. We have a long flight, we could talk a bit in the plane.”

Business class definitely was something else. The seats were comfortable, there was more space and less persons. It was like heaven above the clouds.

After settling into their seats and getting some refreshments from the flight attendant Jazz still felt a bit guilty. She actually had completely ignored the fact that Kunihiko had been looking for a wife, not just a girlfriend.

“Is your company okay with you just taking off a day or two to pick me up from my vacation?” she suddenly wondered.

“Well, Osanai wasn’t that happy when I told him but he made me visit a business partner in France yesterday, so I can consider this as extended business trip.” He shrugged and took off his jacket. Jazz wanted to reach over and undo his tie, followed by his shirt, but held back. Dammit, a week with phone sex was better than nothing, but now that she could see him, actually touch him it wasn’t easy not to just climb him.

Jazz busied herself with taking off her own jacket and getting comfortable.

“So, can we talk now?” Kunihiko looked at her expectantly and Jazz nodded.

“You don’t want to get married again? Ever?” There was a crease between his brows that she had never noticed before.

“That’s not it. I just don’t want to rush into the next marriage. Being rash hasn’t worked out for me so I want to take it a bit slower this time. I mean, we hardly know each other yet.” It was all rational and sensible, but she felt like a huge jerk saying it like this.

“You already know pretty much everything about me that there is to know. I admit I still have to learn a lot about you. This included.” He flashed her a small smile.

“So, uhm… are we okay?” Jazz still wasn’t sure how important the whole marriage part was for him but she hoped that he would rather be with her without getting married than marry someone else.

“Yes, we are okay. You didn’t say you would never marry me after all, only that it won’t be soon. I think I can live with that.”

Jazz sighed in relief and grabbed his hand, interlaced their fingers and smiled when he raised their links hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

The touch was light and still sent shivers down her spine. This was almost torture! Jazz snuggled closer to him, craving the feeling of his body next to hers, and rested her head on his shoulder. This was better than nothing after all.

They chatted a bit, kissed a few times. Almost chaste kisses, they were both aware of their surroundings and even if not all seats were actually taken they were still in public. After dinner and a movie Jazz got a bit tired, snuggled closer to Kunihiko – or at least as close as their seats allowed – and under a blanket, honestly trying to go to sleep.

“Are you tired?” Kunihiko whispered into her ear, making her squirm a bit.

“I am. Aren’t you?”

“A bit. But I just remembered some of the text messages you have sent me. I hope you know that some of them were torture for me. You can’t send things like that when I’m in the office.”

Jazz chuckled a bit. She might have gone a bit too far with one or two of them. The picture of her in the bathtub was still safe for work, but the text she had sent him wasn’t.

“You like that, don’t you? Knowing how much that affected me?” He was still whispering, so low that it was barely audible, but she nodded. That was a huge turn on for her after all, otherwise she wouldn’t do that.

“Can you imagine how uncomfortable it is to sit in a meeting with a huge hard on because your girlfriend sent you some very naughty texts?” He nibbled at her earlobe and Jazz shuddered a bit.

“No,” she breathed, “tell me about it.”

His hand rested on her thigh, hidden by the blanket, and for the first time in ages she cursed herself for wearing pants instead of a skirt. Well, naked skin and airline seats were not really a good combination after all but right now she would even endure that if she could only feel his hand on her naked skin.

“Well, I think I have developed a Pavlovian response to the sound of incoming texts on my phone,” he whispered on, the smile audible in his voice and Jazz grinned.

“Good to know… I will just send you text next time I want you to get hard then,” she cheekily whispered back. The next second his hand suddenly slid between her legs, pressing the seam of her pants against her core, making her gasp.

“Should I show you how uncomfortable it can be, getting aroused in public without the chance to take care of things?”

There was something in his voice, something that had her blood rush into her nether regions. Oh. Really? Here? That wasn’t part of his profile. But she liked a bit of thrill every now and then, not too much of course. Controlled danger.

So she simply bit her bottom lip and tried to stay quiet, her head on his shoulder. From time to time she grazed his neck with her lips and when he cupped her sex through her pants she had to stifle a gasp, making him chuckle lowly.

Jazz squirmed in her seat, hands clutching the armrests. After making sure that no one had noticed anything he slipped his hand under her waistband – thank god for stretchy fabrics – and Jazz shifted in her seat, giving him better access. It wasn’t ideal but she soon found herself rocking her hips against his hand, small, hardly noticeable movements. She was panting, still holding her voice in, so when he turned his head slightly and kissed her she was grateful for the distraction that provided some additional stimulation at the same time. But just when she started feeling the tingling, the tightening, when the pressure increased with every brush of his fingertips against her clit, he just stopped, making her whine quietly.

“See? Very frustrating, isn’t it?” His breath washed over her cheek and her neck since she had her face half buried in the crook of his neck.

When he didn’t make a move to continue she straightened up a bit and growled: “Restroom. Now.” Jazz quickly fixed her clothes and stood up, looked around and nodded once to show him it was okay. She noticed that he had to readjust parts of himself in his pants and grinned. At least she wasn’t the only one horny as hell right now.

The restroom was like she had expected. Small. Tiny even. But at least a hint bigger than the usual ones. As soon as he locked the door behind them Jazz grabbed him and pulled him closer, her lips on his, her hands already unbuckling his belt. Kunihiko mirrored her, pushed her pants and panties down. There wasn’t enough space to actually take them off so he turned her around and Jazz grabbed the edges of the sink, watched him in the mirror as he lined up but hesitated.

“Do you… are we going… do I need…?”

“Just do it already,” she snapped, half laughing half grumping. They had this talk before and yet he still asked. Too cute.

There was nothing cute about the way he suddenly pushed into her, though. She arched her back, hand gripping the sink tightly. Not making a sound was the hardest part, Jazz was rather vocal and actually enjoyed it. But there was only the sound of them panting, low moans and groans, the clinking of his belt buckle against the plastic of the vanity every now and then.

They both knew this was just a quickie but it was exactly what Jazz needed right now, hard and fast. And when he slipped a hand between her legs to find her clit again she came almost instantly, biting back her cries of pleasure, clenching her eyes shut and holding her breath until her high subsides slowly.

Kunihiko came shortly after her, biting into her shoulder to keep his own voice in. They needed a moment to catch their breath and when he pulled out and cleaned up with a paper towel a bit Jazz looked at him in the mirror. The way his cheeks were flushed, hair disheveled, his shirt and tie askew – and a wave of emotion almost swept her away. She couldn’t believe that he actually was here, with her, because of her.

“Are you okay?” He had noticed her staring, the wet shimmer in her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m – I’m just happy.” She grinned at him. “And now get out of here so I can freshen up a bit.” With a last kiss he slipped out of the restroom and Jazz couldn’t stop grinning. Not while she cleaned up, not when she was back in her seat, not when she woke up the next morning, almost back in Japan.

They walked through the airport hand in hand, the luggage already taken care of, when her smile suddenly vanished. Unsure whether she should let go of his hand or grab it tighter for support she stopped walking, frozen to the spot at the face she suddenly saw in front of her. An angry face.

“What’s-?” Kunihiko couldn’t even finish his question when an older woman came straight towards them, her eyes lingering on their linked hands for a moment before she stared at Jazz.

“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded to know and Jazz swallowed.

“Hello, Mama Kujoro,” she greeted the other woman in a small voice.

“A married woman, whoring around in broad daylight? Do you have no shame?! I knew Ai made a mistake by marrying you!”

Jazz was aware of the stares of the surrounding crowd but other than most Japanese women she had no problems with being stared at. It was something she had gotten used to ever since coming to Japan.

“Madam, would you please stop shouting and calling her names,” Kunihiko tried to calm her down but Jazz squeezed his hand slightly and took a deep breath.

“I take Ai hasn’t talked with you yet. A foolish coward, that’s what he is. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but we are divorced since – two weeks ago. Now, Kujuro-san,” she said, emphasizing the honorific suffix to point out that there was no connection, no familiar bond between them anymore, “I would like to bid you farewell and keep ‘whoring around’ in broad daylight.” She gave her former mother in law a short bow and tugged Kunihiko with her when she stormed off.

“Hey, slow down,” he suddenly said and pulled her back a bit, into his arms. “Are you okay?”

Was she? Jazz wasn’t sure. It was not the fact that she had been yelled at, Ai’s mother has never been very fond of Jazz. A foreigner, probably not even a virgin anymore when she married her son. As if that had been important for Ai.

“Yeah, I’m – I’m fine. Just angry at Ai that he still hasn’t grown some balls and told his parents.” She gave Kunihiko a wry smile and he hugged her briefly.

“Sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s okay, I got used to it. Now, let’s get home, can we? I’m tired and want a shower – and some nice, slow, intense sex with you. How does that sound?”

Kunihiko smiled at her and nodded. “Sounds good. Your place or mine?”

“Yours. My fridge is empty and I definitely need something to eat.”

They would be at her place often enough. At least that was what she thought at that moment. Her smile was a bit dimmed but still in place when they hailed a cab and headed towards his apartment, towards an afternoon and a night full of kisses, passion, and food. What a way to come home.

MJS Client report: Jazz x Yu Kujo

After another sleepless night Jazz just knew that she had to change something. She wasn’t happy anymore and ever since her little fallout with Miho things in the office we a bit tense. Thank god Selina hadn’t found out yet why Jazz and Miho weren’t as chummy as before anymore. Jazz was still trying to figure out what to do now and Miho’s disapproving gaze didn’t help at all. After sending that letter to Kunihiko Jazz didn’t even knew if he was still a client or now, if Miho had already set him up with someone or if he had ever asked about her again.

She pushed the gloomy thoughts aside and got ready for the day,

With her phone at her ear she rushed into the coffee shop, desperate for some caffeine to keep her awake on this chaotic morning. She paused her call to place her order of a double espresso, making a point of smiling and looking the barista in the eyes – people working in service got enough crap and rude behavior all day, she wanted to make an exception – before she waited and kept talking to Selina on the phone about the few things she wanted to have done at her place.

“I know I can easily take care of it myself, but I’m tired of that, you know? I just want someone to do that for me. Only thing he needs is a drill and we’re good. Wait a moment.” She turned towards the person who had tapped her shoulder to get her attention, a sleazy looking guy with a wolfish grin on his face.

“Hey babe, I heard you want me?”

Jazz blinked a few times. What? This guy was definitely standing too close, invading her personal space and surrounding her with a cloud of his eau de toilette, something musky and sweet that made her want to gag. She instantly swallowed the polite “No, thanks” that was already on the tip of her tongue and instead stepped even closer, put a hand on his chest and smiled sweetly. The expensive fabric of his suit under her fingertips made her briefly wonder how some men just looked great in anything they wore, but especially suits, while others, like this one, only seemed to be held up by their clothes. Because they lacked a spine. She had seen enough of those guys and made her own, unfortunate experiences with them so that she already knew that his “drill” wouldn’t be bigger than a dentist’s drill and only just as pleasant for her. No way he had anything she wanted. But simply saying so would only lead to some discussion and honestly, that wasn’t exactly sexy. So it was better to be blunt, only to leave scorched earth so that jerk would understand that a) eavesdropping to other people’s conversations wasn’t exactly polite and b) no woman on earth would fall for such a stupid pick up line.

Jazz licked her lips briefly, making them wet and shiny before she leaned closer, towards the sleazeball’s ear.

“So you have a huge tool for me, yeah?”

His grin got even wider and he nodded. “You bet I do.”

Jazz let her voice drop an octave, something that would hurt her throat for the next hour or so but would do the trick.

“Wanna see if it’s bigger than mine?” She pulled back a bit and cocked her eyebrow questioningly.

The sudden flash of horror on his face was worth the sickening feeling of being so close to him and when he scrambled backwards he almost tripped over his own feet.

“Thought so,” Jazz said and took her coffee, thanked the barista and continued her call.

That was one thing that bothered her being an obvious foreigner around here, the men were either too shy to talk to her or simply assumed she was easy to get. At the least client she would meet today was a different kind of guy. Sweet, kind, funny. It wouldn’t be hard to find someone for him.

At the place where they were supposed to meet Jazz looked around, still waiting for her client to arrive. She was standing in front of an art gallery where an exhibition of Oriens’ treasures was just displayed.

“Jazz! Have you been waiting long?”

She smiled at the dark haired man with the blue eyes and shook her head briefly.

“No, I arrived here only two minutes ago. It’s good to see you again, Yu.” She bowed her head lightly, only implying it because she wasn’t exactly sure how to greet the head butler of Oriens. They had agreed on calling each other with their first names and he had teasingly said it would be appropriate to his position to call him “Master Yu”. Jazz had joked back, saying if he wanted her to call him ‘master’ he would have to wait until they were in bed. She had never before saw someone blush that hard.

She had quickly found out that Yu wasn’t a womanizer, but he didn’t hold back with complimenting her. That was really refreshing.

“You are really pretty today,” he just said, looking her once up and down. “I like that dress.”

“Thank you. You’re very handsome today, too,” Jazz returned the compliment and laughed when he seemed surprised.

“Most women I know would have blushed. European women are really something else.” He chuckled briefly, not noticing the look of annoyance flash over her face.

“So, why did you choose this museum?” she quickly changed the topic.

“Well, you said I should think of something that is related to me, that gives you more information about me. And this exhibition is about art and treasures of my home country. Afterwards we are having some tea. Does that sound good to you?” He smiled politely and she nodded.

The exhibition was actually very interesting .Yu could tell her a lot about the history and culture of Oriens, about the royal family and many other things. He was funny and kind, a gentleman that offered her his arm but also flirted shamelessly. He was an incredibly pleasant date and she wondered why he actually was coming to the agency for help. She would have bet that he had to fight off the women.

After the museum he took her to a nice little café where they could get some traditional tea and sweets from Oriens. Jazz was impressed by the graceful way Yu poured her the tea and he winked when he caught her staring, making her giggle like a school girl. This date was exactly what she had needed now. A pleasant client, funny and easygoing, and she soon noticed that she really liked him. Not in a romantic way, but he could be a great friend. Someone to take her mind off things, at least for some time.

“Thank you for this lovely date,” Jazz said after they finished the tea. “Especially since you came from Oriens just for today. I feel a bit guilty because of your long journey. Why haven’t you chosen an agency closer to your own home? Coming to Tokyo because of that – isn’t it a bit far?”

Yu set his cup down and smiled at her. “Your agency has a good reputation – although I only understood why that is after I read all the fine print in the contract. About this date for example.”

Jazz laughed briefly, remembering his face when she told him about this one feature.

“Still, I can’t imagine that our reputation travels that far.”

No it was Yu’s turn to laugh. “Okay, I confess. I wanted to find someone outside of my usual circles. I just wanted to make sure that the woman has no ties to Oriens at all.” There was something in his gaze and his voice that made it impossible for Jazz to ask why. She simply knew that something was hurting him so she swallowed the question down and smiled warmly.

“Well, I hope I can find someone for you soon. I can’t imagine that it will be hard.”

He didn’t know what to answer to this so he laughed lightly and looked away.

“Anyway, is there anything else you have planned for our ‘date’?” The way she said the word made him blush and Jazz giggled lowly.

“It’s fine, you don’t need a plan for everything,” she quickly assured him.

“Actually, as a butler I value plans and organization, but when comes to these things…” He shrugged and Jazz nodded.

“Sometimes it’s better to be spontaneous, I agree. But I was referring to a place. Are you leaving today?” She knew that he didn’t have an own apartment in Tokyo and she wouldn’t ask him over into hers.

“Oh, yes, of course. A place… well, I’m leaving tomorrow so I have a room in a hotel here in town. Would you – would you like to accompany me there?”

There it was again, this politeness that he sometimes showed, and Jazz knew that he was hiding his true thoughts. Well, who didn’t?

“I would love to,” she agreed and took his arm, letting him lead the way.

It was a nice hotel, not Tres Spade but a touch classier that the one Ishigami had chosen. Jazz knew that comparing clients was a no go, but comparing hotels was just fine. And this hotel was clean, the staff was friendly and the room beautiful. She wasn’t surprised to see that his clothes were neatly hanging in the closet and everything was tidy and clean. No used towels, no discarded socks on the floor. It was a hotel after all, but normal people tended to leave some traces of their personalities even here. As a butler he seemed to be really organized, though.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he offered and Jazz smiled gratefully.

“Some water would be nice.” She suspected him to busy himself with idle activities so he wouldn’t have to face the true reason she was here. Maybe he needed a moment to warm up to the thought. Maybe he only wanted to show his butler skills or his quality as a host. He didn’t get a drink either, just sat down on the bed – the only armchair was occupied by Jazz – and watched her.

“Am I making you nervous?” She took a sip of her water.

“Should I be nervous?” he shot back.

Jazz shrugged. “That depends. You understand that I won’t make you anything you don’t want to and that I have the right to stop at any point? This is purely consensual or not happening at all.”

“I understand.” He was completely serious now, the mischievous glint in his eyes gone.

“Then there’s nothing to be nervous about.” She set her glass down and got up, smoothed her dress down and walked over towards him.

“It’s just – I don’t do this very often,” he explained.

“I can imagine that working in the palace takes up a lot of time. Not many opportunities for privacy.” Jazz nodded and slowly straddled his lap, letting her weight press him further down into the mattress.

Yu swallowed. “Yes, exactly.”

“And I guess it’s difficult to meet someone. Are liaisons between members of the staff permitted?” She brushed some strands of hair from his forehead and he closed his eyes.

“Not really, it’s just –“

“Not appropriate?” she offered and he nodded, opened his eyes and suddenly she knew. She knew everything. But as long as he didn’t ask her to stop she wouldn’t get up, she wouldn’t ask.

“It’s complicated, huh?” she breathed, their lips almost touching now.

With a deep growl he suddenly closed the gap, pulled her in and kissed her firmly, almost fiercely, eyes closed. One hand buried in her hair, the other in the small of her back he kept her in place. Jazz wrapped her arms around his neck, went pliant under his assault, just let him take what he needed. His tongue met hers, without hesitation he deepened the kiss further, almost desperate. Jazz found it difficult to keep up with his pace and intensity.

When she pulled back and gasped for air he immediately kissed her neck, down towards her shoulder. Jazz tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulled it up and off him without hesitation while he searched for the zipper of her dress. In a flurry of activity they undressed each other as far as possible without changing the position so that they were both naked from the waist upwards, one of his hands covering her breast while his mouth worked on the other one. Neither of them said a word, ragged breathing and primal moans and groans filled the room.

Yu lifted her up and off his lap, his hands on her hips, guiding her onto the bed in one fluid motion. She scooted into the middle and watched him taking off his pants. In their underwear they eyed each other, but the lust had built enough for them not to hesitate anymore. No matter what difficulties they faced in their lives, right now everything was so simple. He was a man, she was a woman, both of you them aroused as hell. There was no harm in giving in to their desires. Jazz had long ago figured out that she was able to separate her physical needs from her emotions. She had sex with someone she was in love with before and that hadn’t always been that great. She had sex with practically strangers that had been incredible. Nothing wrong with that.

For the first time since – well, since HIM – Jazz stopped paying attention to every little detail, stopped constantly writing the report in her mind. She simply let Yu remind her that sometimes observing wasn’t as good as partaking; even if Jazz had taken an active role from time to time during those date simulations, it had been a while for her to just let go, to forget about her inner reviewer and just enjoy the moment. So she did now.

So when Yu came back into her arms, kissing and touching her all over, slowly sliding her panties down her legs, she focused on the physical sensation and it felt great. His touch alternated between gentle and rough, soft and impatient, teasing and serious. He left butterfly kisses all over her stomach before he sucked harshly at her nipple, playfully bit into the soft flesh of her ass cheek before drawing a wiggly line all over her back with his tongue. Yu turned and twisted her into any position he wanted and Jazz simply went with the flow, let him manhandle her all over the bed. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind but figured she just let him take the lead, every trace of his former nervousness gone by now. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t know how to touch her, to kiss her to make her crave more. He brought her to edge and held her there, backing off again to let her cool down before he assaulted her again, fingers and lips and tongue teasing her sensitive spots until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore.

Begging wasn’t something Jazz did, it was against her nature. She didn’t like feeling submissive, needy, no matter how needy she actually was. But asking nicely was always an option.

“Please…” she whimpered, her hips rocking against Yu’s hand that was currently trapped between her thighs. How many times did he work her up so far just to deny her the release she wanted? Four times? Five times? A hundred? She had lost count but this time was different. Yu was already panting, too, he must have been painfully hard by now, still wearing his boxer briefs.

“You are so beautiful like this,” he whispered and kissed her temple. “When you want me like this, need me. You want me?”

She nodded eagerly, her body tingling all over already.

“Then say it. Say that I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”

Every alarm in her head went off. She should stop this now, should tell him to get dressed and leave. But she couldn’t. Not only because she wanted this, because her body screamed at her for the sweet pleasure he was promising. No, because she just knew that it would break him if she rejected him now.

“Yu, please… I really need you to fuck me now.” That technically wasn’t begging, but it did the trick. He kissed her, all teeth and tongue, quickly pushing his boxers down. Jazz was already reaching for her purse to get a condom, handing him that small foil square and waited for him to decide how he wanted her. As long as he did it fast.

He slotted in behind her, his hard cock pressed against her ass, his hand grabbed her upper leg and lifted it, pulled it over his own leg before he lined up and thrust into her.

She groaned lowly, hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He set a harsh pace, no slow buildup now, not that she needed it. One hand on her hip, the other snaked under her body to grab her breast he pushed into her again and again, making her throw her head back against his shoulder. She had her back arched, the ass pushed towards him, so he could move easier.

“That feels… so good…” she panted, encouraged him, praised him. And he answered with grunts and groans, picked up the pace. Although he seemed to enjoy the praise he didn’t talk, and Jazz got the feeling that he didn’t want her to talk, either. So non-verbal praise it was. Jazz didn’t hold her voice back, she moaned and cried out whenever she felt like it. When his hand on her his slid further down and forwards, between her thighs, finding her still sensitive clit, she almost sobbed. That was what she needed now, all the edging before had build up such pressure that she was almost afraid to let go. But he rubbed her mercilessly, still pounding into her. She reached with one arm behind her, around his neck, the need to hold onto something just too much.

Yu was a master in multitasking. One hand between her thighs, the other teased her nipples, his hips snapping harshly, slamming against the curve of her ass. When Jazz felt his teeth scraping over the junction of her neck and shoulder she lost it. He bit into that sensitive point, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make her shudder. This additional stimulation sparked her free fall headfirst into an incredible orgasm.

It started as a tingling all over her body, her hair stood on end, goose bumps covered her skin. She clenched her eyes shut, mouth open, jaw slack, a deep moan escaped her, got higher and even louder, a long drawn ‘ohhhhhh’ until her breath hitched in her throat and cut her voice off.

The pressure in her core exploded, her body was flooded with ecstasy and bliss, toe curling, muscle tensing anticipation turned into relief that seeped into every fiber of her body, left her boneless and breathless. She didn’t even resist when Yu rolled her on her stomach and kept pounding into her, ragged breath and the slapping of skin on skin the only sounds in the room until he roared out his own climax, shuddered and jerked before he slumped down on her, just as exhausted and sated as she was.

Yu slowly pulled out of her and took care of the condom before he plopped down on the bed again, spooning her from behind.

“So you’re already in love with another woman,” Jazz stated casually while trying to catch her breath. She could feel him tense up behind her, his arm slid from her waist.

“What makes you say that?” He sounded suspicious and Jazz smiled wryly, turned around to face him.

“It’s interesting that you didn’t ask: ‘What makes you think that?’. I’m saying it because I think it’s true. And of course I’m wondering why you want us to find a wife for you if you already love someone else.”

Yu frowned but didn’t say anything.

“You know, I already had an inkling earlier, but the sex just now confirmed it for me. You tried to forget that it was me you were sleeping with, didn’t you? Closed eyes, no kissing, a position that made it impossible for you to see my face… am I right?”

He hesitated for a moment. “Are you offended now?”

Jazz shook her head. “No. I had fun, don’t worry, but I’m aware that you didn’t sleep with me because of a deep, emotional bond we’re sharing. Of course it’s a bit strange to realize halfway that you’re thinking of someone else while being with me, but I won’t blame you. It’s okay, really.”

She gently touched his chest, where his heart was still beating rapidly from the effort of having sex with her.

“A heart is a fickle thing,” she mused loudly. “It wants what it wants and can’t be betrayed. Even if we find the perfect match for you, you won’t be happy as long as your heart is set on her.”

When he didn’t say anything Jazz snuggled closer, seeking his warmth now that she was cooling off after their passionate encounter.

“Tell me about her,” Jazz quietly asked. Yu sighed and wrapped an arm around her.

“I know her her whole life already. We grew up together, she’s just a few years younger than me. I moved to another town and we haven’t seen each other in ages, but when I met her again I instantly knew she’s the one.”

Jazz smiled against his chest. “That’s very sweet.” She waited but Yu didn’t say more.

“Is she married?” Her own situation popped up in her mind, like always when she thought about love and the fact that she couldn’t have that.

“No.” The way he said it made her curious.

“Engaged?”

Yu shook his head.

“Does she love someone else?”

He hesitated. “I – I really don’t know. Sometimes I think she does, and then again I think- it doesn’t matter.” He sighed. Jazz sat up and looked at him.

“It doesn’t matter? If you weren’t so in love I would be deadly offended that you were thinking about another woman while sleeping with me. Do you even know how many men would love to be where you are now? And you say it ‘doesn’t matter’?” She was exaggerating, glaring at him jokingly. Yu chuckled lightly.

“No, really. You love her, I can feel it when you talk about her. Why don’t you tell her? What do you have to lose? If she has no one else, just go for it. Maybe she’s in love with you, too, but is too shy or too scared to tell you?”

Jazz pulled the covers over her naked body. It didn’t felt right to talk about love in her current state.

“I – it’s just, I’m not the man she deserves. And I know that there is someone who loves her, maybe just as much as I do. Maybe he can be the one for her…” He ran his hands over his face and hair.

“Yu, there is no man better suited for her. You know her well, you love her. Enough to put her happiness above your own. Tell her. You will regret it your whole life if you don’t even try. You will always keep thinking about her, unable to love someone else. Do you want to stay in the dark your whole life?” While she was still talking she knew it was more about herself than him, but it was easier to give advice than to follow it.

“What if she – what if she doesn’t feel the same?” His voice was so full of longing, full of fear, like her own heart.

“Then you will at least know and might be able to move on.” She leaned in and kissed him gently before she got up and started to get dressed.

“I suggest we cancel your contract. You will still have to pay for our service so far, your profile is almost done after all, but as long as we don’t set you up with someone you will get off lightly.” She put on her shoes and smiled at him. “You are a wonderful man, and she can call herself lucky to get you. So don’t hesitate any longer. Go and get her.”

It felt strange to just leave the room, walk down the hallway towards the elevators, knowing she had just lost a client, something that had never happened before – at least not like this. But she really hoped he would get happy in the end, with the woman he loved. Yu was a great guy, not a jerk or some arrogant bastard. He was kind and sweet, funny and hot as hell. A perfect package. If she weren’t still so hung up on someone else – even in her mind she refused to say his name – she could even imagine to develop a crush on him.

Deep in thought she reached the elevator, rode down to the ground floor and stepped into the foyer when a man came running after bursting through a door, leaving quite a stir in his way. Since it wasn’t even late yet there were some staff and hotel guests in the foyer, most of them probably on their way to dinner. He looked familiar but Jazz just couldn’t put her finger on it. And he looked determined. Probably needed to catch the elevator. Jazz kept her distance but she was close enough to recognize the woman in the small cabin when the doors opened. Miho?

She slowly inched closer, trying to hear the half whispered, half shouted conversation between them when she finally remembered where she had seen that man. He was a client. Miho’s client to be exact. But – why were they here? His profile said that Miho had already finished the date simulation. Jazz was sure about that because she had checked his profile earlier that week, looking for a match for one of her female clients. Did they meet by chance here? On purpose? Was – oh my god, was Miho breaking company rules? AGAIN?!

The man stepped into the elevator, apologized to the involuntary audience and the doors closed, leaving Jazz puzzled and with the vague feeling that MJS would face some major changes in the near future. She quickly took her phone and wrote Miho a text.

“Ever heard of discretion? Elevators are basically public space, just saying. Hope you had fun.”

When Jazz came back to the office the next morning she knocked at Selina’s door.

“Do you have a minute?” This would be hard and Jazz felt a knot in her stomach forming, a heavy feeling that dragged her down. But she had to do it. She couldn’t go on like this forever, pining for a man she couldn’t have. She needed a change of scenery.

“Sure, come in. If it’s about another pair of panties-“ Selina barely looked up, still busy with her paperwork. That woman needed a change of scenery, too.

Jazz cut her off. “No, not this time.” She suddenly noticed that she actually wore her panties when she came home last night. Odd.

Jazz took a seat and inhaled deeply. “I think I want to go back home.”

MJS client report: Jazz x Hideki Ishigami

“Ishigami-san, it would really help me if you would at least talk to me.” Jazz sighed and put her pen down. This one was a hard case, not easy to crack. They had spent the last 20 minutes in an epic stare down, ever since Jazz had started asking personal questions.

Why did someone come to a marriage matchmaking agency when they obviously weren’t interested in sharing even the slightest bit of personal information? How in the world should Jazz create a meaningful profile like this? It had cost her lots of time and persuasiveness to get him to allow her to take notes at all. Only when she told him that their server was safe and they worked with a hacker friend who made sure their system was not to crack from the outside he had given her his full name and occupation. Not his address or phone number, though.

“Your interrogation skills are lacking.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and Jazz sighed again.

“That is because this is NOT an interrogation. I understand that you are cautious and actually I approve of that, but you have to give me something to work with after all.”

He adjusted his glasses and stared at her. Again without a word. For three full minutes. But Jazz didn’t want to back down, she would take this as far as necessary to get him to talk, even if that meant sitting here all day and staring at each other.

“Ishigami-san, why are you here? Are you looking for a wife at all? Because right now you could just as good sit in a restaurant and glare at the waitress, that wouldn’t make any difference. If you want me to find someone suitable for you I need to know what you are looking for and – even more importantly – what you are offering.”

She had already made up her mind, this client would receive a bill based on the time she spent on his profile. She would get so much more money this way than just billing him for the whole package. Selina would definitely approve of that, too, being the clever business woman she was.

He seemed uncomfortable but much her relief he started to speak. Finally! Jazz rejoiced inwardly.

“My colleagues convinced me to come here. Obviously they think I might be more lenient to their inadequacies when I find a significant other.”

She had to struggle the smirk that wanted to appear on her face so badly, did her best to keep a straight face. Oh, she had heard of people who needed to get laid to be bearable, but a marriage? The thought of his coworkers going around, gathering signatures on a petition ‘Get Ishigami a girlfriend for God’s sake!’, was just too much. She took a deep breath.

“So you are not here to actually find a wife? If you’re not here on your own free will we better stop now before we waste any more of your certainly precious time.” And mine, she thought.

“I – I don’t dislike the thought of spending time with the right woman,” he slowly admitted. That was a sliver of hope, more than she had expected after the last 20 minutes.

“So you want us to continue?” she asked, just to be completely sure, and Ishigami nodded curtly.

“And you understand that this means you have to actually talk to me?” Another short nod. Obviously he didn’t really understand, but he seemed to try.

“Ishigami-san, here are some questionnaires, please fill those out and send them to me. I think we can stop here for today. Could you give me your number so I can call you back?” She handed him a stack of papers but he only frowned.

“I’m not comfortable with giving you my number,” he declared but took the papers she held out towards him. “I will call you if I have questions.”

“How about another meeting? Do you want to choose a time now or would you rather call me for that, too? You can also email me or send me a text, whatever suits you best.” She bowed slightly, knowing that men like him wanted to maintain a professional behavior all the time. She most definitely wouldn’t call him by his first name. Ever.

“I will let you know. Thank you for your time, Miss Mann.” He bowed, too, and got up. For Jazz that was the cue to lead him to the door of her office and see him off with a polite smile. And afterwards she stormed into Miho’s office, knowing she didn’t have a client because her door was slightly ajar.

“You are evil!”

Miho raised her head slightly from her paperwork and glanced towards Jazz, a smug smile on her perfectly painted lips.

“That is the general opinion, yes. Are you here to tell me what we already knew?”

Jazz slumped down on a chair and let her forehead fall onto the wooden surface of the desk in front of her with a loud thud.

“That police guy? Ishigami? You knew it. Admit it!”

Miho snickered. “I knew what exactly, love?”

Jazz groaned. “You knew that this man would be the death of me. And not in a good way!”

“I heard he was – difficult. But don’t you always say you like a challenge?” There was no remorse in Miho’s tone, only mild amusement.

“There’s challenging and there’s next to impossible. I’m not even sure if that guy is human.” Jazz sat up again and exhaled loudly. “Is that still punishment for that Aikawa-thing? Your way of torturing me?”

Miho chuckled but for a moment neither of the two women spoke.

“Okay, I better roll up my sleeves and see what I can come up with to crack that nut – no pun intended.” Jazz got up and flashed Miho a brief smile. “You know I’m not one to back up from a challenge.”

She really wanted to back up. Ishigami called her the next day with questions to some part of the questionnaire. Especially the parts about sexual preferences.

“I don’t understand why I have to tell you that,” he curtly said.

“Because we try to match up people with similar taste. It’s not wise to try to bring a virgin and some hardcore BDSM devotee together, no matter what blockbusters and books try to tell us.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose with thumb and middle finger.

“Hmph.” Even on the phone he said nothing for longer moments, expecting her to fill the silence. But she didn’t, at least not in the way he expected.

“Ishigami-san, are you sexually active?” She had wondered that before but couldn’t ask him to his face. She wasn’t that brave – or stupid.

“Right now? No. I’m talking to you after all.”

Jazz had to suppress a groan of frustration. “No, not now. In general. Did you have sex before? With another person?” She wasn’t sure, he really was like some robot sometimes. No one could be that void of emotion and still interested in sex, right?

“I am not completely inexperienced if it’s that what you wanted to know.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. It was so damn difficult to get even the tiniest information from him.

“And are you interested in sex? Will that be a part of your marriage or are you looking just for someone to spend your time with in the evenings? Because that would be fine, too. I’m sure we could find a woman who would like that.” And own a nice collection of toys for the case the moods does strike after all, at least with her.

“I don’t want to rule that out completely.” His tone still gave nothing of his feelings or thoughts away.

“Would you like to fill out the questions together? Would you like some further explanations?” Anything to make this progress faster.

“I think I’m capable of doing this on my own. Thank you for your offer.”

She was indeed a bit relieved at his answer. How awkward would it have been if he had said ‘yes’?

“Of course. If you don’t have any more questions I wish you a good night, Ishigami-san.”

“Good night, Miss Mann.”

Jazz put her phone down and whined. It was as if she was talking to a wall. A good looking, very intelligent wall. But still a wall. But she swore herself that she would climb that wall, and if it was the last thing she ever did! Or the last man.

She should have just asked him herself, letting him fill out the questionnaire wasn’t the best idea after all. Ishigami sent her several texts after their call.

“Is more than one position really necessary?”

“Why should someone enjoy being called ‘Daddy’ during intercourse? Pretended incest is very unappealing.”

“Actual bodily harm should not be part of a relationship. Calling it ‘spanking’ doesn’t change the fact that it is assault.”

“What is ‘pegging’?”

Jazz threw her phone onto the other end of her desk at the last one. She shouldn’t have given him the one with the advanced sexual questions. Actually she doubted that he had even heard of half of the things asked in there.

Didn’t that man know how to google?! For a moment Jazz imagined Ishigami actually looking up some of the terms in the questions and couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. She could see it, the way this tiny crease between his brows appeared, how is scowl deepened, confusion and denial battling in his expression.

The date simulation would be a tough one. How was she supposed to judge his skills in bed if there seemed to be none? Not even interest? She wasn’t even sure if she could seduce him – and so far she assumed that would be necessary since he definitely would not make the first step.

She thought about some of the clients she had lately. Most of them couldn’t wait to get her naked and in bed, their masculine pride and libido making this easy. Jazz was an attractive woman, her body was to die for, with just the right amount of curves – well, maybe a bit more than the average Japanese woman seemed to have. Seriously, how came that they all were so petite and delicate?! Anyway, she knew she was a looker and so far none of her clients had shown the lack of interest that Ishigami had displayed. She had to draw him out somehow and when the prospect of sex and the respective review – that most of her clients simply EXPECTED to be full of praise – weren’t enough she had to come up with something else. And she already had an idea.

After some more texts and a slightly disturbing call in which Jazz had to explain some of the finer points of BDSM to him they actually agreed on a date. Jazz had already decided to pitch Ishigami as ‘mysterious, handsome and smart’ – with emphasis on ‘mysterious’. She was surprised when he suggested the aquarium for their date but was sure that he wouldn’t try anything there. If he tried anything at all.

“Ishigami-san, I’m glad you made it.” Jazz greeted him with a bright smile. She was wearing something simple, sure that he wasn’t one for fancy dresses and high heels. Instead she had chosen a sundress, light blue, and some sandals. Ishigami wore his usual suit but she hadn’t expected anything else.

“Thank you for coming here today, Miss Mann.” There was a hint of a smile playing in the corners or his mouth, throwing her off guard for a second.

“I’m glad you asked me out. And to the aquarium. I haven’t been here for ages.”

“Do you like fish?” His expression was stern like always.

“I love the sea. The beach, the water, and yes, also fish. It’s so calm and serene – soothing.” There was no need to fake her smile, it came naturally when she talked about the sea.

“I enjoy looking at fish.”

Wow. That might have been the most personal thing he had told her so far, completely by his own choice. Maybe she should start looking for a marine biologist that loved riddles and tight-lipped men.

After that conversation was as tough as ever. They walked around, Jazz talked a bit but Ishigami didn’t. Sometimes he pointed out interesting facts about some of the fish, but mostly he deflected the questions she asked.

She got some ice cream and offered to share with him, but he declined. Declared it unsanitary. She inwardly sighed. If he thought that wasn’t sanitary, how would he think about oral sex? Sex in general? That would be a very clinical date, she was sure of that.

“Have you already thought about what we will do after this? Where we will go?” Jazz simply had to ask him. She wouldn’t force him to have sex with her, if he really didn’t want to he wouldn’t have to, but of course she would still charge him the full amount for her service.

“I am actually uncomfortable with that part,” he admitted, not surprising Jazz in the slightest.

“What part of it makes you uncomfortable?” She wasn’t even offended, only curious. Whatever it was, it would help her find out something more about him.

“As you know I’m a police officer. Engaging in prostitution is out of question for me.”

Jazz nearly choked on her own harsh reply. But instead of shouting at him for basically calling her a whore – not something that had never happened before – she took a deep breath and smiled politely.

“Ishigami-san, whatever happens between us would not be prostitution. We will not have intercourse in exchange for payment. You are paying for marriage matchmaking, nothing else. We can or we cannot have sex to complete your profile, I don’t care. You will still pay the same.”

“But do you really need that to create my profile?” He was still skeptical and Jazz needed a moment to find a way to make him understand.

“You are a police officer, right? So that means you know about profiling, about how important it is to gather as many information as possible to make sure you arrest the right person in the end. It’s the same with my work. The more I know about you the better I can match you up with one of my clients.” She smiled while delivering the finishing blow.

“You wouldn’t arrest someone based on a profile that only says ‘male’ after all, would you?”

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned. “In a room full of females? Yes, I would.”

“But would you go into a room of females, looking for a male in the first place?” Jazz’s innocent expression masked the ambiguity of her question perfectly. Maybe she really wasn’t the right one for this job. Maybe she would have to call someone to take over this client.

“I don’t understand. If I have evidence that he is in there, I would go and arrest him.”

Jazz nodded. “But to get that evidence you would need a better profile. Or it could be any male person.”

Ishigami looked as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. Jazz waited for a moment but when he neither agreed nor disagreed she sighed.

“The dolphin show is about to start. Do you want to watch it?”

He shrugged lightly. “I’m not against it.”

Well, that would be the closest to agreement she could get from him so they walked towards the dolphin show, but Jazz was still thinking about how she could make him talk. She was sure that this analogy between Ishigami creating a profile for a criminal and Jazz creating a profile for the matchmaking had been a good one, at least he seemed to think about it. But she still needed him to open up, and not only his pants for the test drive later. No, she needed more personal information about him but she had never met anyone that stoic, that secretive. He was a cop after all, he knew how to keep his mouth shut while making others talk.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head and before she could reconsider she already blurted it out.

“Give me a lesson.”

Ishigami stopped in his tracks and looked at her with furrowed brow.

“On what?”

She turned fully towards him and bowed lightly. “Ishigami-sensei, teach me the right way to conduct an interrogation.”

“Why would you want that?”

Straightening up again she looked directly at him, his glare didn’t scare her away.

“You said the other day that my interrogation skills were lacking and I told you we wouldn’t even have an interrogation, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe we should change the setting, get rid of all the distractions and simply focus on what this all is about: me getting the information from you that I need.”

Ishigami made a low “hmph” but then nodded.

“Fine. Let me see what you got first and afterwards I will teach you how to do it right.”

Jazz bit her lip at the innuendo, sure that it wasn’t intended after all.

“Right now?”

“I’m fine with that.” He nodded briefly and Jazz quickly thought about the possibilities.

“Where do you want to go?”

He pondered this for a moment. “I can’t take you to the station, although our interrogation rooms there would be perfect. But that would only raise questions and I would like to prevent that. My place is out of question, not even my coworkers know where I live.”

She hadn’t expected anything else. “Well, my place isn’t an option either. I never take clients there, for safety reasons.”

“A very good decision.” That probably was the first real praise he ever gave her and Jazz felt as if she had just won an epic battle. A nice feeling.

“A hotel?” she suggested, only for Ishigami’s frown to deepen.

“I hope you are not talking about those special establishments in the shadier parts of the town,” he said with clear disgust.

“A love hotel? Not really, but we might find one with a police station themed room after all. If you feel more comfortable in a surrounding like that,” she offered with feigned innocence.

“I assume you are a regular guest in those hotels.” Disapproval was etched into his face but Jazz simply shrugged.

“To be honest I never was in one before. Our clients usually prefer less obvious locations and I encourage them to choose a place they are comfortable with after all.”

“Hmm… I know of a good hotel, classy and still discreet.”

Jazz didn’t even ask, just nodded and followed him out of the aquarium, the dolphin show long forgotten.

The hotel actually was a nice one, mostly for business guests, not one of those romantic hotels or tourists’ ones. It was clean, the staff was friendly but they didn’t even earn strange glances, walking in there with no overnight luggage or anything. It was pretty clear why they came in there even when Ishigami booked a room for a whole night. Not that Jazz expected that the option of getting a room for only some hours would even exist here.

As soon as they were in the room Jazz dragged a chair into the middle of the room, prompting Ishigami with a gesture to sit down. He simply glared at her so she sighed.

“Let me show you my approach, you can correct me afterwards.”

With a grunt of disapproval he slowly sat down on the chair.

“Thank you for cooperating,” she said with a smile.

“First mistake,” he sternly objected.

“We’ll see,” Jazz replied and reached for his tie, loosened it with nimble fingers and pulled it from him. All she needed to do was to break that shell around him. She was sure that somewhere deep inside was a man like every other man.

“Your job must be tough,” she casually remarked and pushed the jacket from his shoulders. “Keeping everything to yourself, the long hours, the danger.” Walking around him until she stood behind him she always kept physical contact until she could rest her hands on his shoulders.

“You are so stiff.” With firm but small movements she started kneading his upper back, ignoring the way he tensed under her hands.

“What are you doing?” He was still suspicious but Jazz shushed him and kept rubbing circles with her thumbs between his shoulder blades.

“There are two kinds of interrogation. The one that uses fear and threats and violence – although I can’t see you actually threatening someone physically. But I bet they are all afraid of you, of your sharp perception, your unwavering glare.” She leaned in close and whispered into his ear now.

“That increases negative emotions and it might work for you, but there is still another way. Some suspects react better to positive enforcement… make them comfortable, take their mind off things…”

Her hands slid down his back once and up again before she let them wander over his shoulders and down his chest. The audible intake of breath was his only reaction so she figured it was okay.

“You know, most people WANT to tell you everything you want to know… they are just afraid of the consequences…” Jazz popped the first button of his shirt open the exact moment the tip of her tongue traced his ear.

Ishigami was trained well, he didn’t even make a sound. Such display of self control only spurred Jazz on. Oh, she admired people who could handle their emotions that well – mostly because she couldn’t. She quickly moved in front of him, her hands still busy opening his shirt, and for a moment she considered getting on her knees, between his thighs. But she quickly scrapped that. Usually men loved seeing a woman in that position, but Ishigami wasn’t a ‘normal’ man. Maybe visual stimuli weren’t as effective as haptical ones. So instead she straddled him while she tugged the shirt out of his pants.

“Ishigami-san… am I too heavy?” She shifted a bit until she sat in his lap, rolled her hips slightly and looked at him. There it was! A faint blush!

“No, you are not,” he said, his voice even but she noticed the way his jaw clenched.

“Good.” Satisfied with his answer Jazz helped him out of his shirt and threw it as neatly as possible on another chair. Not the floor, he wouldn’t like that.

“Ishigami-san, when’s your birthday?”

He looked at her with surprise before he frowned again. “I’m sure I already told you that.”

“Yes, you did. But I want some control questions so I can figure out when you’re lying to me.” She rolled her hips again, with more pressure this time. He clenched his hands, his arms hanging at his side.

“September 9,” he pressed out between gritted teeth. Jazz could feel his cock swell in his pants and rejoiced inwardly.

“What is your first name?” Her nails dragged down his chest lightly. She was surprised that he was so toned, after all he looked rather slim in his suit. But she liked it.

“H-Hideki.” His voice hitched in his throat when her nail scratched over his nipple.

“I want you to call me Jazz, Ishigami-san.” She almost purred, smiled when he nodded. “Good.”

She cupped his cheek in one hand and stared at him. “We can stop whenever you want to, and you tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

Jazz ran her nose from his jaw up his cheek. “Am I making you uncomfortable, detective?” Her voice was low and breathy and he cleared his throat, shifted a bit under her.

“Not really.”

Jazz carefully took off his glasses and Ishigami blinked a few times, needing a moment to adjust his vision.

“What kind of woman would make you uncomfortable, Ishigami-san?” If he wasn’t willing to tell her what he wanted in a woman he could at least give her some hints about his dislikes.

“Stupid women. Loud and flashy. I don’t like that.” His eyes darted around the room and his blush got even darker.

“Very good. And how about the appearance? Any preferences?” Jazz tried to catch his gaze but he avoided her stubbornly, not answering at all.

“Do you like blondes? Brunettes? Black hair?” No reaction.

“Tall or small?” Still no reaction. With a smirk Jazz grabbed his arms and placed his hands on her ass.

“Butt or-?” She moved his hands again. “Boobs?” Ishigami’s face was on fire but he didn’t pull his hands away.

“This is not appropriate.” He tried to sound grumpy, she could tell, but he didn’t. Actually he was a bit breathless.

“Ishigami-san, between a man and a woman everything is appropriate as long as they both consent. You know my profile, I’ve got nothing to hide. Whatever you like, there’s no need to hold back.”

When he finally looked at her Jazz slowly leaned in, gave him time and opportunity to pull back. He didn’t. His lips were dry and he didn’t really respond to this first kiss, but his hands slid down to her waist and stayed there.

When Jazz pulled back she was a bit surprised by the look on his face.

“This is your interrogation technique?” He sounded amazed and Jazz chuckled.

“Might not work with criminals, but I got good results with men so far,” she admitted. The thought of Ishigami trying this technique with a suspect made her laugh, the image of him in his impeccable suit, straddling some criminal and licking his ear – too funny.

He hummed, obviously contemplating his next moves.

“You really don’t dislike the thought of having sex with me?”

She smiled at his concern. “No. You are handsome. A bit cold, but handsome.” Another movement of her hips had him groaning. “A challenge.”

“But I – you…” He was at a loss for words. Well, he had never been talkative, but this time it wasn’t because he didn’t want to talk, it was because he couldn’t.

“I know we came here so you could teach me something… but how about we change the plan a bit. Let me teach you. You need to relax a bit… to let go…” With that she slipped a hand between their bodies, let it rest on the bulge in his pants and palmed his hard cock through the fabric.

“Or can’t you do that? Can’t learn something new, Ishigami-san?” She breathed into his ear and that was exactly the moment he broke. Finally.

He was like a completely different man all of sudden, greedy and passionate, his lips moving against hers until he slipped his tongue into her mouth, impatiently mapping her out. Jazz had known it, under his stoic shell there was a fiery volcano, simmering under the surface. His hands roamed her body as if he didn’t know where to touch first, where to linger and how exactly to get her out of her dress. While she was already working on his belt and pants he was still looking for the zipper of her dress before he simply pulled it up and over her head, leaving her in her underwear. There was no slow exploration of each other, no teasing, no building of anticipation. Just desire and sheer need. Obviously long pent up desire. Ishigami practically yanked her bra off her, hands and lips immediately lavishing the exposed skin with attention.

Jazz moaned when he rolled her nipples into almost painful stiffness with his fingers before he sucked one into his mouth, teeth grazing against the sensitive nub. His fingers curled into the waistband of her panties and he ripped them from her, literally. He didn’t even care when the flimsy lace tore under his hands, all he could think about was getting her naked as soon as possible.

Jazz gave as good as she took. She kissed and nipped and touched wherever she could reach, without holding back. When they both were naked, already panting, Jazz stopped him briefly.

“Ishigami-san… condoms…” She pointed towards her purse and got up, walked over to the bed and slumped down on it while he quickly walked over, but not to her bag. Instead he searched the pockets of his jacket, pulled out a foil packet and ripped it open.

He was back between her legs in no time, cock rock hard and covered in latex, pushing her thighs apart so he could rub against her folds, coating his cock with her wetness.

When he pushed into her, one slow and steady motion, she groaned again, a low and heartfelt ‘holy’. His eyes were searching her face, as if to make sure she was enjoying this. Jazz hooked her feet under his ass and pulled him closer, his hands finding her hips. The kisses they shared where rough and demanding, partly only shared breath and the touch of tongues.

Jazz was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to be this passionate, this rough. She had expected something clean and boring, but even if they were in the classic missionary it wasn’t boring at all. He was finally making some noises, grunts and groans, harsh breaths, “ahs” and “ohs”.

She was wondering if his self control also applied towards sex. How long would he be able to hold back? He had been hard for some time already and Jazz was pretty sure he hadn’t had sex in a while. Just a feeling.

“I-Ishi… gami… san…” she panted, trying to get him to stop for a second.

“What?” He instantly paused, looked at her almost alarmed.

“Everything’s fine… just… I want… something else than… plain missionary,” she said, gently shoving against his chest.

“But – I thought it was the best position for intercourse. Closeness, possibility to kiss, good leverage for thrusting…” He frowned slightly and Jazz couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It is definitely a good start, but sometimes the personal preferences don’t match with the supposedly ‘best’ approach. Here, let me show you.”

She kissed him briefly before she encouraged him to sit up a bit, pulled her leg up and over his shoulder and nodded.

“Go on.”

His first thrust made her moan loudly. This angle was so much better. Ishigami breathed a ‘My goodness…’ and Jazz knew that he understood.

“Sometimes… communication… is the… key…” she pressed out between thrusts, his cock now hitting all her sensitive spots. He grunted, probably in affirmation, but Jazz wasn’t sure and honestly, the way he fucked her right now made her a bit indifferent towards the original plan to get more input for his profile.

“Pull… out…” she stammered, suddenly aware that she won’t be able to reach climax this way. Without hesitation he did and Jazz quickly turned around, flat on her stomach, wiggling her hips a bit.

“Come here,” she instructed him and he ran a hand over the curve of her ass.

“Are you comfortable with this position? I thought women find it – degrading.”

She smiled at his display of concern. “I’m not only comfortable with it – I love it. Personal taste, nothing else. And nothing I offer freely can feel degrading for me.”

He nodded and covered her body with his, lined up and pushed back into her. She arched her back, her breasts leaving the bed just for his hand to slide under her body, holding her in place while he thrust into her again and again, propped up on his free elbow. Jazz grabbed his hand and moved it from her breasts lower, between her legs. She bit her bottom lip, this was exactly what she needed. All the annoyance, the frustration this client had caused her was now fueling her desire, fanning her pleasure.

“Right there!” she cried out, prompting him to repeat his movements. His cock was filling her over and over, his fingertips circling her clit and finally she fell over the edge, pleasure and bliss coursing through her body while he was still moving. It had its perks that he was a machine after all.

Completely boneless Jazz slumped down, let him grab her hips and get up on his knees, the new position giving her some different stimulation but thankfully gave her overly sensitive clit a rest for now. She was fine with getting only one orgasm per round, there was no need for more, especially if that one was as good as this. So she simply enjoyed how he fucked her, the noises, the hissing, how his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips until his thrusts stuttered, his grip got even tighter. He grunted, ground against her ass and finally slumped down on her.

With a surprisingly sweet kiss between her shoulder blades he pulled out, disposed of the condom and plopped down on the bed.

“I like pudding,” he suddenly said and Jazz arched an eyebrow. “Blue is my favorite color, blue like the sea. And I like fish. I like it when people take their responsibilities seriously and I know I can be a bit intimidating, but that’s not what I want. It helps sometimes, though.”

They talked some more and Jazz encouraged him to tell her whatever he wanted, without pressing for specific answers to specific questions. It was a small victory itself that he talked at all.

“You must be pretty lonely,” she eventually said. “There’s so much you have to keep a secret. I understand that it must be hard for you to share this with me.”

He blushed a bit and looked away. “It’s – not as unpleasant as I have expected.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Well, Ishigami-san, I think it’s time for me to leave now. If you have more questions or answers for me, you know my number.”

With her ruined panties stuffed into her purse she left the hotel in the middle of the night. Ishigami sure was lonely. But as she looked up into the sky above Tokyo, the stars drowned out by the light pollution, she felt lonely, too.

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.

“Aki!”

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.

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