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"Shit. Shit. Shit." You were almost late for work. Although typically punctual, today it was one thing after another. You walk into the sleek upscale restaurant you worked at and quickly dove to the back to clock in on the employee computer. Your boss brushes past you. "Almost late", he muttered without so much as looking at you. "Yes. Sorry, Shinazugawa-san!" You replied bowing slightly. If there was one thing you learned since moving to Japan it was that tardiness was not tolerated. Especially not at work. Not even from your coworkers who slept with him.
"Hey!" He turns and waves you over. After pressing the last few buttons you hurry over to him. "Tonight an artist is having a large dinner party in the private room. You are to service the main guest."
"Me? Why? My Japanese isn't that great. Shouldn't a native speaker-"
"He likes foreign girls, I know him. Ones who look...different He will buy more drinks so he can talk to you no matter how shitty your Japanese is." He cut you off before walking away without another word. That would explain why he asked you to come to with your long bushy curls down this evening. When you were first interviewed for the job you wore your hair down and felt quite embarrassed the entire time. Shinazugawa-san wouldn't stop staring at your hair. You were sure he thought you looked like some sort of freak and were shocked to find he wanted to hire you. All your fellow waitresses were quite pretty. He was no idiot; he knew one thing that would attract customers besides good food and alcohol.
After putting your bag and jacket it up you walked to up to one of the girls you'd be serving with. You knew this because she was standing close to the private room; waiting for customers to arrive. "Any idea who this hot shot is gonna be, Emi?" She was probably one of the few coworkers you were actual friends with and hung out with in a personal setting. An attractive girl, dark hair, honey eyes, and elegant features. You were relieved to be paired with her for a number of reasons. Some of the other women you worked with could be real pick mes. You wouldn't put it past them to try and embarrass you; she would never do such a thing.
"Yes! Uzui Tengen! He's a popular local artist. He is very handsome, you know?!" Her face beamed then she pulled you in close and whispered, "he's a player though. He has at least three girlfriends he constantly has prancing around him." Just as you both giggled amongst yourselves a very...extra man came in. His hair was pulled back and he had some interesting make up on one eye. Three girls trailed behind him gushing over him all starry eyed so it was safe to say the man of the hour had arrived. "Here we go", you muttered.
At the very least your Japanese was intelligible so you weren't entirely worried. Since it was just those four you walked in alone, shutting the glass door behind you. "Hello, I'm Y/N. I'll be your waitress this evening. Would you like to start off with some drinks before the other guests arrive?" Immediately his eyes trailed all over your "unique" (for Japan) features. You weren't exactly shy but you really weren't sure if you'd ever get used to all the staring you received here. Instantly your eyes averted towards his girlfriends, half expecting them to look at you with rage only to be met with friendly faces. You suppose there probably isn't much room for jealousy when in such a relationship. After ordering their own personal favorites, Uzui bellowing an order of sake, a shockingly boring request from him, you hurry to the bar to take care of their drinks.
It wasn't long before other guests started appearing. Most of them polite and mild. With the exception of one young man with the strange affinity for boars and a nice enough blonde who seemed to fawn over every girl he saw. Typically people who were dining in the private area were very passive and rude. At one point towards the end your boss came in to greet his friends(?).
"SANEMI", Uzui shouted with a smile, "were you too busy to join us sooner?" Amazingly enough your grumpy boss responded with a cheeky smirk. He always looked cute to you in an almost deranged way when he did that. Despite being rough around the edges, he could be quite nice in his own way. The trick was to not bother him for too long with whatever help or inquiry you needed from him.
"Hello, Tengen. Believe it or not, some of us have other things to worry about besides girlfriends and paintings," he remarked in a joking manner.
"It isn't so hard to believe girlfriends aren't part of your worries," he joked back. You weren't ready for that comeback and snorted loudly, trying not to laugh. Everyone's eyes shot in your direction as they waited on Shinazugawa-san to reprimand you verbally. Before he could Uzui saved you. "Oi, I've been meaning to ask you what you're doing when this place closes?" As amusing as his forward nature was, what the hell? Telling a room full of strangers your nonexistent plans for the evening seemed a bit unwise. You looked at your boss who you thought you snarl at Uzui for a second, noting it was probably your imagination.
"Uh....nothing. I was more than likely going home. I have class tomorrow afternoon." Which was true but it wasn't something that could stop you from hanging out. If he wasn't around so many people and away from his harem you might just humor him. Without blinking he stood up and walked behind you, slamming his hands on your shoulders giving them a tight squeeze.
"Nonsense! That gives you plenty of time to go out and get rested up before school. Come on don't be stuck up. You really came all the way here to go to school and wait on tables?" Ouch. Yeah when you say it that way it does sound pretty lame but he didn't have to put you on the spot like that. You didn't necessarily mind his forward nature but even the most confident would become anxious in your position. "We are going to an exclusive place. We will wait for you. Bring us our checks then we will sort everything out."
He practically shooed you out of the room, your eyes darting out of the room in protest. No one seemed to react outside of the flirty blonde young man scowling at him. Muttering something about Uzui already having enough girls. Judging by everyone else this must be a normal display for him.
Emi asked if you were going to actually go, sure you were tempted. Uzui Tengen was a complete hottie and you hadn't really had any action since moving. Meaning about half a year with little dates and no rendezvous. Eventually their party left so you figured they were probably going to head out to whatever "exclusive" place. Deciding to forget about it, a busy group like them would hardly wait around another 45 minutes, when you finished your job.
After about an hour while you were clocking out Shinazugawa-san brushed past you and glanced back before going to his office. Not exactly an important detail but lord he looked GOOD. He was wearing all black his dress shirt being half unbuttoned. You often wondered if he knew how attractive you thought he was. If he did he did a pretty good job of pretending he didn't. The pangs to your ego that caused but it was probably for the best anyway. Cause if he gave you the chance your naive ass would take it.
Once you collected your things you walked out the front door with plans to head in the direction of the train station. Clumsily you dropped your phone and wallet. As you were reaching down you heard a familiar bellow, "Oi! I thought Sanemi would never release you!" You shot up to see Uzui standing outside of a red car that appeared to be worth more than everything you owned. You were no car buff so you didn't know what the hell it was. Nice ride though. "Let's go!" He said while opening the back door, two of the three girls back there. The one nearest you smiled and patted the seat.
"Ummmm...I don't know if that's wise," you say. Your body clearly disagreeing with common sense seeing as you were walking towards the car. "I mean we just met and I didn't bring any money..." You trailed off.
"I wouldn't ask a woman to have drinks with me if I wasn't planning on paying. Besides, Sanemi would be angry if something happened to his best girl," he smirked. Best girl? For some reason those words lit you up. Fuck it. Uzui looked hot. At worst you would drink and uber yourself home. You're a big girl. Thankfully you always wore cute long-sleeved little black dresses to work with high heeled leather booties. In the event you felt brave and hooked up with Uzui you had a pretty lace set of underwear on. In the event, you told yourself.
The car ride was somewhat awkward. You were sober trying to talk to three clearly buzzing women you didn't know. Uzui kept glancing at you through the review mirror every once in a while. Once you arrived at your destination Uzui pulled up to the valet, waiting for the four of you before walking in. He pulled you close to him as his girlfriends walked in before you. You felt like a celebrity when you got in before the crowd. You looked at some signs cringing 'No foreigners'. Surely if Uzui wasn't the one bringing you you would never be let in.
After entering you noted you probably wouldn't want to either. While his girlfriends and some others were already dancing most of the other people there were just sitting around in fancy clothes trying way too hard to look important. Even if they were what a buzzkill. As you were walking towards the girls to join in on the fun Uzui grabbed you, "I want you to sit with me first". Almost immediately after sitting a waiter came and Uzui ordered something for the two of you it seemed since he gestured towards you as he spoke. With a small nod the waiter left.
"So, isn't this better than riding a beat up train home", he asked.
"I can't say so far but the night has potential " you chirped.
"Is that so", he smirked softly, "and what would be the reason for said potential?"
"Well, I have never gone out with a random artist and his three girlfriends. At the very least that's new. Even if you have somewhat kept me to yourself now. Not that I mind. I don't really like sharing ", you say with a raised brow.
"Most don't. We are only having a bit of fun, right? Even the most bratty kids share their toys from time to time", such words made you face grow hot. Oh boy. Was this going where you thought (hoped) it was? You were interrupted by a waited bringing a flashy bottle of something containing the sweet nectar of liquid courage(alcohol) and he poured you two drinks. It was strong! You could almost feel the future black out so you knew you had to pace yourself.
The two of you sat and drank. He checked his phone every once in a while, sending a receiving texts here and there. Work you figured. Even so he was a great drinking buddy and fun to talk to. One drink turned into two. Two turning into four the more. So much for pacing yourself. Luckily when you started feeling full on drunk you told him you couldn't drink anymore unless he wanted to carry you home. He laughed and waved for the waiter so he could get you a water. You had been there at least 4 hours and hadn't danced at all. Speaking of which...
"Hey! Where are your girlfriends," you asked a bit louder than you intended.
"They went home. They were already kind of tired and figured they'd leave us alone to get to know one another," he replied with a small squeeze to your knee. Your eyes widened slightly and you smiled. He smirked and said, "I think after you rehydrate we should get out of here." You agreed. After you had your drink in your hands and emptied the glass you stood up to leave. Uzui stepping beside you placing his hand on your lower back.
When in his car you put your address in the GPS and headed out. In all honesty you were somewhat embarrassed about bringing him to your home. It wasn't exactly the slums but you were sure it wasn't nearly as fancy as what he was used to. Even if it was nicer than most college pads(thanks to your parent's assistance) it wasn't some luxury condo.
Now that you were riding in the front seat with him alone it finally hit you how intimidating he was. In the club it wasn't so bad. You could just run out of there if you wanted. But here you were stuck with this very tall muscular man. He wasn't exactly doing anything to make you feel uncomfortable, I guess embarrassment was the closest feeling. You weren't shy to say you felt you were a very attractive woman but you'd never been entertained by someone like Uzui. You brushed those thoughts away. If you weren't worthy of his attention he wouldn't be giving it to you. And just because you weren't some rich artist that didn't mean you weren't a prize.
Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that you were entering your apartment parking lot. You were beginning to have second thoughts. Should you hook up with one of your boss's friends and potentially irritate him? You managed to remain on his good side and didn't think it wise to mess that up. Would he even care? Yeah you thought you saw him snarl quickly earlier but that could have been at Uzui's forwardness. Your thoughts were interrupted by the car being parked. You looked over at Uzui who was unbuckling his seatbelt. You wanted to say something, anything but found yourself lost watching him lean over to unfasten yours as well. You hadn't realized you'd practically melted into the door in your nervousness until he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you all the way over to sit on his lap. He leaned down to push his seat slightly back to give you more room.
"Let's start here," he cooed into your ear. He began kissing you tenderly along your neck, slightly nipping at your jaw before planting his lips onto your. His kisses were soft and slow as his hands roamed up and down your tapered waist to your curvy hips. "Your figure is so beautiful, y/n." His praises made your face feel warm. Should you say something back? You were no virgin but it had been so long your sorta lost your groove. Before you could make a decision he began kissing you again. This time a bit harder and more lust filled. Nipping at you lips before darting his tongue inside massaging it with yours.
The kiss became deep and wanton, more like how you would originally think he'd kiss. You felt his finger glide up your thighs and up your dress lifting it above your ass. He then began massaging your hips and occasionally squeezing you butt before lifting you slightly so your knees and shins rested on each side of him. Luckily since he was quite tall he could easily kiss you in this position. "I'm afraid I have a meeting early in the morning. So I won't get to fuck you how I want to and I don't do quickies. But I can do something else for you instead."
Before you had time to process anything you felt his right hand go from your ass to your inner thighs; going up to brush your panties to the side. He slid his finger up and down your already wet pussy causing him to moan at the sensation. "I bet you feel phenomenal", he practically breathed out. He then shoved one finger causing you to whimper and wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into it. His fingers were THICK. He pretty much didn't need him to pull his pants down and fuck you proper. He slowly started gliding his finger in and out of you, curving it slightly. His movements firm and steadily building into a quick rhythm. Every once in a while he'd mention how tight you were, how he couldn't wait fuck you good and right. His praises spiraling you into deeper pleasure. The wet slapping noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy were absolutely sinful. You were trying to moan as quietly as possible. In the event anyone was around you didn't want them to hear this was where you lived. It was proving almost impossible. You don't know what kind of magic he was working but you didn't think anyone ever made your pussy feel so good.
You pulled your face from his neck to kiss him, noting he had the cutest blush decorating his cheeks and nose as he focused on bringing you to your climax. You began kissing him again, rough and desperate even. You just had to taste him as he was giving you the pleasure of your life. You began to feel your thighs burn and stomach tighten; your pussy starting to clench around his fingers. It was cumming. You were just about to cum when he quickly stopped that beautiful persistent rhythm he had as he was pumping inside you. He pulled his finger out and adjusted your panties back in place before pulling your dress back down. You leaned back and looked at him in confusion to see a stern look on his face.
"I want the first time I make you cum to be on my dick. Go on; go to bed. We'll make better plans so we can actually enjoy each other," he said looking slightly tired finally. You were somewhat annoyed. What kind of sick game? Ugh. You nod and muttered a goodnight while you climbed back over to collect your things. When you opened your door to leave you gave him a small wave before rushing to the elevator to get inside. Mostly you felt embarrassed and didn't want to look at him.
You make your way to your apartment, unlock the keys and rush inside, closing the door behind you. Leaning onto the door as you slump down to the floor. You almost slept with one of your irritable bosses friends, holy shit. Would have been worth it if he let you finished. Was that last bit lip service and he just wasn't that into you? SHIT! Probably. You didn't give him your number and he didn't ask. Now you REALLY felt embarrassed. You stood up, took off your shoes, and began walking to your bedroom. Your home was a nice mixture of cozy and modern. Modern because it's cheap and clean as far as interior design goes and cozy because who doesn't love a cuddly throw blanket or two? The bed was practically shouting your name. Tomorrow hopefully won't be too much to handle, right?
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The next day you woke up to a few texts.
I need you to come in at around 10:00 to pick up a shift. When you get here I come to my office.
-Shinaguzawa
Shit! You looked at the time. It was only 8 AM, surprisingly you hadn't slept in despite drinking so much. You tapped the lower box to respond.
Of course! Will be there, thank you.
Just when you were about to throw your phone back down you noticed another text from an unknown number.
Had fun last night. Got your number from Sanemi.
You furrowed your brows. Was this Uzui?
Is this Uzui-san?
You flopped the phone on your bed and rushed to get ready for work. You didn't have time to sit texting back and forth. After your shower you did your regular skin care routine and slipped on one of your many cute little black dresses. You had no time to really get your full beat done so you opted for foundation, strip lashes and a flattering lip shade. You put your long hair in a single braid and wrapped the braid in a sort of high bun then slicked your baby hairs. Not feeling wuite finished, you also put in some silver hoops. You looked cute at least. You contemplated bringing another outfit for class later but decided against it. While heading out the door to the sidewalk you request an uber and wait. Your phone suddenly vibrates showing a text from that same unknown number.
I can't imagine who else it'd be. Also, call me Tengen. Formalities are hardly necessary at this point. I saved your number and you should do the same. I'm busy at the moment but wanted to let you know I have your number. I'll talk to you later.
You practically squealed. So he did wanna talk to you! Nice. Sudden worry washed over you. He bothered your boss for your number. You hoped he wouldn't be too mad about it. You had no time to worry too much further as your uber arrived. You thanked the driver and got in, still somewhat worried about what your boss would think.
When you arrived to work you rushed in, about 5 minutes to spare, going to the back to put your things up first. You were interrupted with a single light tap on your shoulder. You look to see Shinazugawa-san staring down at you, one eyebrow raised. He was wearing a dark charcoal gray dress shirt, partially buttoned up per usual with the sleeves rolled up halfway, with black dress pants and shoes. You inhaled softly; noting how great he smelled. You almost laughed thinking he smelled expensive but his serious gaze kept you from doing anything so stupid.
"I need to see you in my office. It won't take long," he said quietly before turning to walk towards his own door. You trailed close behind him almost worried. Hopefully he wasn't pissed. You had to admit Tengen asking him for your number was inappropriate at best. He opened the door motioning you to step in closing the door behind you both. Sitting first directly in front of his desk, Shinazugawa-san almost immediately follows suit in his much nicer chair before you. He looked at you with his nose slightly scrunched, studying your neck before relaxing his face. What was he looking for??? Probably hickies actually. Luckily you'd checked while you were getting ready for work. Showing up with some on display would be mortifying.
"It goes without saying that I don't care about who you spend your personal time with but I think you're smart enough to know mixing your personal life with your boss's acquaintances is probably idiotic," he began. Damn. He barely started and he made you feel small. "Don't make a habit out of having your little suitors bother be for you number. I'm not your wing man. Besides..." he slowly start up seemingly contemplating continuing the sentence, "don't get your heart set on a guy like Tengen unless you are desperate enough to be one of many. He might be fun now but he kids bored easily . I don't need you coming into work crying and being annoying."
You felt heat creep up to your face then annoyance. Any other time he'd be told off for his rudeness but he was your boss and you needed the job. Instead you smiled sweetly, "My apologies, Shinazugawa-san. I won't let that happen again!" You probably could have said something better, not that it mattered since he didn't seem to care after he said was he had to say. He shook his hand at you and told you to clock in before you were late. As you walked out he couldn't help but do what men do and watch your shapely body as you walked out the room and closed the door behind you.
"Asshole," he muttered to himself about Tengen before he pulled out his phone to check texts and emails. Things were probably going to get at least a little over the top. They always did with him.