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Higashi rolls out of bed and checks her phone. She groans when she sees that it's 1PM and she has a text from Hamura.
8PM. My office. Bring a bag.
Higashi's face pales, hoping that the bag Hamura requests her to bring is innocuous. She tosses her phone back onto the end table and covers her face with her hands to block out the sunlight pouring through her window. Despite it being so late, she's barely gotten a few hours of sleep. Higashi is tempted to try and sleep some more, but doesn't want to risk being late for Hamura. Plus, she needs to prepare for their meeting.
"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" Higashi says to herself, slowly inching out of bed. She has most of the day to herself, thankfully, and wonders if she should stay in or go out before her "date" with Hamura. For one thing, what exactly is she going to wear? She imagines that Hamura would want her in something skimpy so she can check her out before their inevitable coupling. Higashi hates wearing anything but her trusty suit, but she digs around in her closet to find an old dress. It's not too terribly revealing, thankfully. It's a simple black dress that goes to her knees and has spaghetti straps and a slit on one of the sides.
She throws her dress over the lingerie she slept in and has a surprising burst of confidence wearing it. Maybe if I play my cards right, Higashi thinks, I can try and get the upper hand in this situation. Why does Higashi have to be the blushing maiden who Hamura ravishes? She can just imagine it, taking charge while her captain is drunk on arousal, making her squirm.
Higashi runs her hands down her body, gropes her own breasts and practices some sexy poses in the mirror. She places one hand on her hip and raises her other arm to make a "come hither"-like motion with her fingers. Images of their encounter from last night flash through her mind. She thinks back to when Hamura was close and Higashi saw the desperation in her eyes. What if they were in person and right before Hamura's climax, she stopped?
One of Higashi's hands slips under her dress and into her panties. God, what if I could get her to beg for me, she thinks as she rubs her clit. She alternates between focusing on her own image in the mirror and the thought of Hamura on her knees, licking and sucking her clit while Higashi grips the back of her captain's head.
She lies back on her bed and keeps watching herself in the mirror, hiking up her dress so she can see her own pussy. Higashi remembers Hamura's threat, how she'd make her take testosterone so she can grow a little dick. She quickly comes to the thought of using Hamura's mouth like an onahole, stroking her clit as fast as she can.
"Holy shit," she says to herself, slumping onto the bed and feeling some post nut clarity. Higashi knows that it's all wishful thinking. There's no way in Hell that someone like Hamura would ever submit to someone else, especially one of her subordinates, she thinks. The woman is the epitome of arrogance and dominance, and Higashi knows well what the consequences of defying her authority are.
She rises from the bed and drags herself into the kitchen. Then Higashi bides her time by snacking on some konbini onigiri and playing a video game on her PS4. When her alarm goes off, letting her know she has half an hour before their meeting, she mad dashes out the door, hoping she can arrive there with at least a few minutes to spare so Higashi can calm herself before meeting her doom.
When she arrives, the office is eerily silent, devoid of any other people save for herself, and presumably, Hamura. Her heart races as she inches toward Hamura's office. She checks her phone quickly and sees that it's 7:55. Higashi begins marching up the stairs, thankful she's wearing a nice pair of loafers instead of heels. She allows herself a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Enter."
Higashi opens the door slowly and reveals an impatient looking Hamura.
"Sit."
Higashi plops onto the chair in front of Hamura's desk, her backpack in her lap.
Hamura's eyes gaze downward, and she scoffs at Higashi.
"Backpack on the floor. Let me see you."
Higashi was hoping to continue clenching her backpack as a crutch and to cover her cleavage, but she complies with no comment. Of course, Hamura has already seen her naked before, but it feels even more intimate and humiliating in person.
Hamura leans over her desk with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well I'll be damned, you can actually clean up well when you want to," Hamura says, staring directly at Higashi’s tits. "I should make you dress like this all the time, huh?"
Higashi sincerely wishes that she won't, god forbid.
"But I suppose it won't matter here in a few minutes. We're going to Sauna Goten."
Hamura notices that Higashi is grimacing, and laughs at her response.
"What's wrong, Toru-chan? Don't wanna have a relaxing soak with me?" Hamura rises from her desk and looms over Higashi, placing her hands on the younger woman's shoulders.
"N-no. That's fine," Higashi lies.
"Good. Take my bag too." Hamura drops the bag on her desk onto Higashi's lap and begins walking away. Higashi scurries after her. The trek over to Sauna Goten is silent, which Higashi thinks should make her calmer, but her nervousness intensifies with every step. The owner waves them in with a bow, and they enter the locker room. The environment is as quiet as the Matsugane office was, but Hamura simply starts getting undressed.
“Bag.”
Higashi is facing away from Hamura, trying to give the older woman some privacy.
“Uh, sure,” Higashi says as she drops Hamura’s bag beside her on the bench and quickly turns away. She sits at the opposite facing bench of Hamura’s and opens a locker to dump her bag into. But she doesn’t undress. She freezes as she hears Hamura finishing undressing and the slam of her locker that indicates she’s done.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me, girl. It’s just us women after all,” Hamura says in a condescending tone.
Higashi gulps and throws her dress over her head, still facing away from Hamura. Despite this, it’s almost as if she can feel the older woman’s eyes on her body as she removes her bra and bends over to take her panties off. She stuffs her belongings in her locker and walks to the showers while she continues to avoid Hamura’s gaze.
Then Hamura sits right next to her.
“What’s got you all nervous, Toru-chan? We’re just two ladies getting a soak in,” Hamura starts, her lips brushing against Higashi’s ear, “There's nothing untoward about that, right?”
Even though Higashi has the water running hot, she swears she suddenly feels a chill run down her spine.
“Right, Captain. Thanks for taking me out.”
“What can I say, I love treating my good girls.”
A sudden pang of jealousy hits Higashi; is she just one of many of the captain’s conquests? She's seen some of the lecherous looks Hamura's given Kenko, like she's going for the pervy old woman stereotype. However, Higashi knows questioning Hamura would be a mistake, so she shakes it off and finishes showering.
Hamura grabs her by the hand.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Higashi turns back to Hamura. She has a shit-eating grin on her face, which should disgust Higashi, yet she feels herself get hotter as her gaze trails down Hamura’s body, from her large chest straight down to her pussy.
Hamura takes one of Higashi's hands and squirts some body wash onto her palm. She gathers her long black hair and tosses it out of the way as she turns her back to Higashi.
The younger woman tentatively touches Hamura’s back and she rubs the soap onto her skin in small circles.
“C’mon, get in there. I’m not delicate.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Higashi increases her pressure as she washes Hamura’s back, trying to lightly massage her as meanders up and down her back. She moves to her arms and legs but carefully avoids her inner thighs, breasts, and butt.
“Toru-chan, you need to wash all of me,” Hamura commands.
Higashi’s hands quickly brush against Hamura’s tits, ass, and thighs. She completely avoids Hamura’s pussy. Hamura takes Higashi’s hand and washes her own crotch with it, bringing a rosy color to the younger woman's cheeks.
“There we go, that wasn’t so hard was it?”
There’s definitely something hard, and it’s Hamura’s clit, large and pulsing already. But before things can escalate, Hamura removes her subordinate’s hand and leads her to the bath.
Higashi practically jumps in, hoping to create some distance between them. This way she’ll also hopefully not notice how wet Higashi’s become. Hamura lounges back in the bath with her legs stretched out in front of her. She carefully ties her hair back into a messy bun.
“Mmm, feels great doesn’t it? Come here, don’t be shy.” Hamura places her arm on the side of the bath, indicating where exactly Higashi should join her.
“Yes, Captain.”
Higashi sits next to her, but not too terribly close. Surprisingly, Hamura doesn’t scoot closer, but instead closes her eyes and sighs deeply. Higashi wonders if this is some sort of twisted test. Will she sit there like a good girl and not move until Hamura tells her to? Or will she be naughty and try to touch Hamura?
Higashi decides the safe option is to lie back as Hamura does. She closes her eyes and tries to empty her mind of any distractions. Instead, she focuses on everything around her, from the sound of the water flowing in and out of the bath to the soft inhales and exhales of her own breath. She sinks into the warmth of the water, and it envelops her like a comforting hug. Maybe spending some downtime with Hamura doesn’t have to be confusing and frustrating. They’re both human after all; they have similar wants and needs. At first, Higashi expected Hamura to jump her bones. She feels that it’s inevitable though. Is this just some kind of extended foreplay for Hamura?
“Oh Higashi, you know you’re still too sweet to be a real yakuza, don’t you?”
Higashi’s eyes open and a scowl forms on her face.
“Or am I wrong?”
Higashi feels like her brain is seconds away from short circuiting.
“What?” was all she could say.
“Toru-chan, you couldn’t hurt a fly. Instead you look like you’re a blushing schoolboy trying too hard at being a man. I can’t believe you even wear those dorky glasses in the bath. And cover your curves with that ugly suit. You can forget ever starting your own family like that. None of your women will take you seriously.”
Somehow Hamura’s words sting harder than any punch she’s ever thrown at her. How dare she? Rage builds within Higashi, and she wants nothing more than to shut her up.
“Yes, there it is! That fire in your eyes. You want to deck my ass right now, don’t you?” Hamura teases, having a blast as she continues to taunt Higashi.
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck me? I’d like to see you try.”
Higashi lunges at Hamura, throwing a punch that the older woman puts an end to by grabbing Higashi's fist.
“Toru-chan, now you’re just boring me.”
Hamura twists Higashi’s wrist, causing her to yelp in pain.
“You bitch!”
Hamura snickers at Higashi’s desperate attempt at an insult. She lets go of Higashi’s hand.
“Is that really the best you can do?”
Higashi knows that taking the bait is a mistake, but she can’t help it. She straddles Hamura’s lap and lands a punch that leaves a nice bruise on Hamura's face. Hamura returns the favor, making the lenses of Higashi's glasses crack and fall into the water. A cut forms on Higashi's cheek. Her blood begins to redden the bathwater drop by drop.
Hamura digs her nails in Higashi's ass, and bucks her hips against Higashi’s.
“What the fuck?” Higashi says, and the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing into one as makes her melt against Hamura.
“You know this is what we’ve both wanted all along,” Hamura says. She slaps Higashi's face, causing her to groan in pain.
“You!” Higashi yells and slaps Hamura in return. “You’re just an egomaniac who takes advantage of those in her control just to feel better about yourself!”
Hamura grabs Higashi by the neck and plunges her head under the water. Higashi desperately scrambles to hold her breath. Fortunately, Hamura quickly lets her go. Higashi gasps as she comes up for air but slams Hamura's head under the water in retaliation. Almost drowning her boss gives her a sick thrill, but when she finally releases Hamura, the older woman grins at her.
“You’re so fucking adorable, Toru-chan.”
“How the hell are you okay?”
“Heh, the boss taught me how to hold my breath for extended periods of time ages ago. It's a useful skill, isn't it?
Higashi’s only response is a fierce kiss as she crawls onto Hamura’s lap. Her tongue forces her way into Hamura’s throat. She allows Higashi to take control as Hamura’s hands roam up and down Higashi’s body touching and teasing, caressing and scratching. Higashi moans into Hamura’s mouth as she explores the older woman’s body as well, feeling every scar and roll on her body.
They pull apart, panting.
“I don’t know if I want to fuck you or kill you,” Higashi admits.
“You have no idea how much that turns me on.”
Emboldened, Higashi plunges two fingers inside Hamura’s pussy.
“How could I have doubted you? Be a good girl and fuck me.”
Higashi begins pumping her fingers in and out of Hamura’s pussy, curling them just right to make moan after moan spill out of Hamura’s mouth.
“Oh, you like that, Captain? Having your little whore bury her fingers in your cunt?”
“Hell yeah I do!”
Higashi sighs a little, having hoped that she’d get a more submissive answer out of the older woman. She redoubles her efforts as she adds another finger and starts stroking Hamura’s clit with her thumb. The warm metal of Hamura's piercing contrasts with the fleshy, throbbing nub right next to it. She feels Hamura’s legs shaking and her breaths getting shorter. Higashi moves faster and faster and relishes the sensation of Hamura tightening around her fingers. If only I had a cock, Higashi thinks.
“Captain, fuck, you’re so warm and tight.”
“Oh yeah, don’t stop, baby.”
Hamura kisses Higashi as she cums, muffling her moans.
“Very good, Toru-chan. Now,” Hamura says, “it’s your turn.”
Hamura pushes Higashi away and gets out of the tub. Confused, Higashi follows after her. Hamura throws her a towel.
“We still have to try the sauna together.”
When they arrive, Higashi places her towel onto the wooden bench and lies down. Hamura mounts her, pinning Higashi's hands to the bench. Her mouth immediately goes to one of Higashi’s nipples, causing the younger woman to gasp. She sucks and nibbles both of Higashi’s tits, and Higashi squirms, trying to break free of Hamura's grip on her wrists. Hamura’s mouth inches lower and lower, and soon she’s hovering over Higashi’s cunt. She teases her labia with her fingers and blows on her clit. They’re both dripping in sweat, the musky smell of it heightening their arousal. Higashi rolls her hips, desperate to feel Hamura’s tongue on her clit.
“Toru-chan, did you need something?”
“Eat me out already!”
“How rude. Is that any way for a lowly grunt like you to ask something of her Captain?”
Higashi pushes Hamura’s head down, and Hamura gets to work, sucking and licking her clit as she starts finger fucking her at the same time. Higashi screams as each thrust of Hamura’s fingers reaches deep inside of her, brushing against her most sensitive spots. Her moans rise in pitch, her body locks up, and her climax hits her hard. She calls out Hamura’s given name, surprising even herself.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to call me that.”
“We’ve both been inside each other’s cunts, so…”
Hamura rolls off of Higashi and offers her a hand up, which Higashi gladly takes. They walk out of the sauna and take deep breaths, their arms wrapped around each other despite the heat.
“Fair enough, Toru.”