I'd apologise for the self-indulgent nature of this piece but I really don't give a damn :)
– Lutra.
Conference These things might enormous fun for the invited guests, a chance to drink and eat and socialise and perhaps do a little work, but for the aides, assistants and secretaries it wasn't a holiday. Gina Cullen stifled a yawn as she roughly towel-dried her hair, wondering if she had the energy to wait for it to dry completely before going to sleep. No, it didn't matter, if the short, dark mass frizzed up too much to be manageable she could always resort to sleeking it back – wouldn't be the first time...
Gina switched off the lamp and slid into bed, snuggling down between the starchy sheets with a contented sigh. Alone at last. As the assistant to Oedo's Deputy chief of Police she warranted her own room – with ensuite – in the splendid hotel that was hosting the conference. The last time she'd attended one of these events she'd had to share a room with two other assistants who'd treated it like a slumber-party, staying up 'til all hours, giggling and eating. The pair had been mightily offended when she'd snapped at them to fucking shut up.
Wide, dark eyes drifted closed and the woman fell asleep...
... to jerk awake seemingly a moment later as someone came into her room."Gina..."
"Sir?" the woman frowned, her boss was obviously very drunk, he'd managed to slur the crisp syllables of her name. She groaned inwardly: oh marvellous, Juzo Hasegawa didn't unwind enough to drink very often but when he did...
He'd made his way to her bedside, moving with smooth confidence despite his inebriation and Gina felt the first pricklings of apprehension.
"You... ver' pretty."
She sat up.
"Sir, I think you need to rest."
"Later..." there was an unmistakable smirk to his tone. Gina reached to switch on the light but the Deputy chief caught her by the wrist, probably a little tighter than he'd intended. "No."
"Sir." Gina bit back a sound of annoyance – why couldn't he have approached her when he was sober? Hasegawa was hardly repulsive, quite the opposite, and while it still wouldn't have been a good idea to get involved with her boss, drunk or sober, it was something that'd crossed her mind more than once. A broad hand settled on her chest, roughly groping her breast through the soft cotton of the t-shirt she'd worn to bed. Gina growled, this really was taking a liberty.
"Sir."
"'ve seen you looking at me, Gina, my faithful assistant." The hand moved down her body, slipping beneath the bedclothes to probe the tops of her thighs. The woman gritted her teeth and kept her legs closed, resisting the sneaky heat pooling in her groin.
"This is not appropriate, sir."
"Don't care," Hasegawa's fingers quested downwards determinedly, "Neither do you."
Under different circumstances perhaps... Gina scowled: she had a choice, she could resist or she could let him get on with it. Neither was appealing but dammit she was too tired to really be bothered by the situation, and she wasn't going to add to the indignity by fighting him. Not bothering to stifle her irritated sigh, Gina lay back and spread her legs prompting a rich, leering chuckle from her boss.
"Yesss," blunt fingers probed and stroked into a slick wetness Gina knew she wasn't consciously responsible for. She supposed she should be thankful for her body's automatic response to stimuli, at least this wasn't going to be a dry penetration.
The hand withdrew. She heard a rustle of clothing, then in quick succession the bedclothes were tugged away, her t-shirt was shoved up to her neck and Hasegawa lowered himself over her. Gina's eyes narrowed; he hadn't even undressed, merely untucked his shirt and loosened his trousers. Not planning on staying, sir? Lips compressed into a thin line, coldly furious now, the assistant lay still as he pushed into her body.
Ow.
Gina winced and surreptitiously shifted her pelvis to a more... accommodating angle. Good gods, was that all him? The pressure eased after a couple of strokes as her lubrication came into play and she relaxed. Hasegawa set to with a will, bracing himself on his elbows while Gina - still exceedingly unimpressed - stared at the ceiling and waited. She'd always admired her boss' hair, it was long, black and silky but right now it was hanging down in her face, tickling over her skin, getting up her nose. She stubbornly refused to make any move to brush it away, refused in fact to make any move at all. If the Deputy was going to treat her like an inflatable 'love-doll' then that's all she'd be, she was under no obligation to 'make this good' for him.
If Hasegawa even noticed his partner's lack of response it certainly didn't curb his enthusiasm and soon his respiration had kicked up a notch and his plunging thrusts became quicker and sharper. He groaned into her neck as he came, curving over Gina's body, his thighs trembling within the expensive suit trousers. Still she didn't move, or speak, in the time it took for her boss' breathing to return to normal. Hasegawa pulled out of her with a muffled, tired-sounding sigh, then pushed himself off the bed. There was an awkward silence then:
"Well. Good night."
And he left...Gina lay as she was - despite the unpleasant sensation of cooling semen trickling from her body - until she was alone again. Only then did she pull her shirt back down, and grimacing, take herself off to the bathroom to sponge away the stickiness. She crawled back into bed, pulling a face as she slid over a small, cold patch of body fluids staining the sheets. Annoyed, but not enough to do something about it, Gina simply shifted a little further to the side, away from the dampness. It was just another aggravation to add to the list. The assistant settled to sleep, with dark, oddly comforting thoughts of retribution circling in her mind...
Her hair hadn't frizzed over night but Gina slicked it down anyway. She combed the clear gel through, smiling at her reflection. Good: between her hair and the uniform she was all crisp severity which suited her mood of ice-cold irritation perfectly. She breakfasted in her room then gathered up what was needed to maintain her integrity as an efficient and organised personal assistant and headed down to the first meeting of the day.
Hasegawa was already seated at the discussion table chatting idly to a compatriot as they waited for the other delegates to arrive. He looked up as she entered the room and something Gina could've called guilt on someone with emotions flashed over his craggy features. Oh, so you do remember? She smiled at him, the polite smile she always used as greeting, though her eyes snapped frost. Gina deposited her things on the chair reserved for her - behind and slightly to the side of her boss - then went to fetch him the customary cup of tea.
"I must apologise for my behaviour last night," Hasegawa murmured as she placed the delicate cup and saucer on the table in front of him. "It was – "
"Boorish? Sir." Gina's voice was equally low and outwardly pleasant, anyone observing the exchange would see nothing amiss. His mouth quirked up briefly in a humourless half-smile.
"Yes." The Deputy picked up the cup and took a sip of the fragrant brew. "I assure you it will not happen again."
"Oh, you've got that right, sir." Gina went through the motions of reviewing this particular committee's proposed agenda. "But it will take more than that to restore my good humour."
Dark eyes flicked to hers and his expression hardened. Gina's lips curved into a discreet smile – she knew exactly what Hasegawa was thinking.
"Blackmail is not something I condone, sir." She let him wait, watching with silent glee as he calculated the possibilities and came up short.
"What then?" It was little more than a growl.
Gina leant closer, just a secretary taking instructions from her employer.
"You will come to me tonight - sober. You will treat me with respect and give some thought to my pleasure. Sir." Gina was quite proud of herself; she'd managed to get that out without faltering or blushing, though how she'd save face if he refused...?
The glint in his eyes belied his serious, thoughtful expression. Hasegawa nodded.
"Agreed."
"Thank you, sir." Gina responded pleasantly, not grinning like an idiot, and took her seat behind him...Another long day...
For personal reasons Gina might not have thought very highly of her boss at the moment but she had to give him credit for being a persuasive speaker. Juzo Hasegawa had put forward the details of his pet project – supposedly backed by the current Chief of Police – about forming a special squad in adjunct to the regular cops. It was a controversial plan, using the 'skills' of supposedly irredeemable criminals to help fight crime. Hasegawa's methods of controlling these recruits had raised some eyebrows but by the end of the day he'd gained at least tacit support from the majority of the panel. Next would come the challenge of funding the proposal...
But that was neither here nor there. As the meeting had finally concluded for the day, Gina had flashed her boss a cool look and received a minute, equally cool nod of acknowledgment. The assistant had excused herself, strolling away from the conference room with no outward indication of the tumultuous state of her guts. What the hell was she thinking? Oh well, too late now...Gina checked the time, again, and forced herself not to pace. Almost 10 p.m.: the delegates would be finishing dinner soon. If Hasegawa had any intention of keeping his side of the agreement he'd be here any minute. The assistant glanced at her reflection in the room's single mirror. She was still wearing her uniform, hadn't changed into something softer, more accessible. She'd suggested this assignation but she was not going to let Hasegawa think for a moment it was going to be easy for him.
A further five minutes passed: ten, twenty. Gina sighed, ignoring her disappointment – it looked like Hasegawa was calling her bluff. She sighed again, unclipping the truncated uniform tie and popping open the top fastenings of her shirt. She might as well have a shower and go to bed, she'd worry about facing her boss in the morning...
Gina froze at the threshold of the ensuite: had that been a knock on the door? She frowned, listening, and then it came again, louder this time, unmistakable. The assistant moved to answer it, shaking her head at herself. She'd been expecting him – if this was Hasegawa – to let himself in again. Which was a point: how had he got into her room last night?
"Sir."
"Gina." He stepped inside and she shut the door behind him, quickly. "I'm sorry I'm late – I was waiting for a delivery." He held out a small, bright little gift-bag. Gina's eyebrows rose as she read the name of the store embossed on the front. It was from one of the most expensive, and renowned, chocolatiers in the country...
"Thank you, sir." Gina took the bag with a small smile of genuine pleasure. How did he know she was a slut for chocolate, and this chocolate in particular? But then he was a trained investigator and she did have a delicious picture of some of the company's product as her 'ready' screen on the computer.
"By way of apology." Hasegawa inclined his head. "And now I believe I have met all your stipulations. I am sober, I have treated you with respect and..." he eyed the bag, "I have given some thought to your pleasure."
Gina's mouth dropped open. The bastard! The sneaky, underhanded bastard! He should've been a fucking lawyer not a policeman! Her eyes narrowed above a cool smile.
"Technically, perhaps, sir, but..." Gina paused: was he giving her a way out? Very chivalric but that wasn't what she wanted, not after having made the first move, so to speak, and certainly not after silently lusting after him all this time. "That wasn't what I meant and you know it." She didn't give him a chance to reply, stepping forward and reaching up to wrap her hand around the back of his skull then jerking him down to her considerably shorter level. Gina was fatalistic as she pressed her lips to his: she was probably going to lose her job over this but what the hell...
Hasegawa's response was immediate and encouraging. One arm snaked around her shoulders while the other went over her hips heading straight for her arse, kneading a buttock through the dull material of her sensible skirt. Gina gasped, arousal tracing a blazing line between her groin and her head leaving her breathless and dizzy. She moulded herself to his lean, strong body, opening her mouth to the tongue making a foray against her teeth. Her boss was definitely not a novice and Gina's hopes for the encounter escalated. Breathing hard she pulled away from him but only so she could start clawing at his clothes. Hasegawa's eyes glittered darkly in a flushed face but he retained enough presence of mind to gently direct his assistant's hands towards the fastenings on his trousers. The way she was going his shirt was in danger of being shredded! Hasegawa quickly shrugged out of his tailored jacket while Gina fumbled about lower down. With a purring growl of triumph the woman finally got the fastenings open and reached a hand in to cup her boss' genitals. She grinned as he bit back an exclamation and surged erect in her palm. Gina wrapped her hand around the substantial cock, squeezing gently, playing her thumb over the head.
"Bed." she ordered, standing on tiptoe to nip at his lips.
Dishevelled and half-undressed, Hasegawa still moved with the smooth, arrogant power that had been the second thing that'd attracted her to him. The man never simply walked, he prowled... His hair – the first thing to catch Gina's attention - lay about his shoulders in silken disorder, framing distinctive features that couldn't be called beautiful but were undeniably compelling. Hasegawa reclined on the bed, hands clasped behind his head, half-smirking as Gina's gaze skidded to a halt at his groin, her eyes widening at the rigid column of flesh jutting out from his open trousers. His assistant licked her lips then scowled, noticing his feet.
"You can take your own shoes off, I'm not your maid."
Hasegawa complied without comment, kicking off his footwear then reaching for his trousers.
"I'll do that," Gina growled and pounced at him, hooking her fingers in the waistband and tugging firmly at the garment. She didn't take her time undressing Hasegawa, exactly, but she didn't follow her first, frenzied, instincts and rip his clothes from his body either. Instead she took the opportunity of getting her boss naked from the waist-down to bank the fires a little, savour the moment...
Ah, to hell with that! Gina scrambled to straddle his waist, positioned herself just so then shoved herself down onto him. Hasegawa watched the woman's head snap back in pleasure, holding himself still while she set her own pace, riding him, fucking herself with his cock. Which he was happy for her to do for the moment but if he didn't take an active part soon he wasn't going to be responsible for the consequences. Hasegawa's lips quirked: not that Gina would probably mind if he shot his load into her right now but he preferred to choose his time. The woman squeaked indignantly as he flipped them both over, glaring at him from her new position on her back.
"Why...?"
He didn't let her finish, lowering his head to cover her mouth with his in a remorseless kiss. Gina moaned, becoming pliant beneath him, wrapping supple legs around his waist and squeezing encouragingly. Always quick on the uptake Hasegawa interpreted his assistant's subtle signals as a desire to continue and he began a slower, stroking, teasing rhythm, taking her nails digging into his back as a sign he was on the right track.
Panting through parted lips, Gina's awareness of her surroundings contracted to the bright, black eyes in the face above her and the delicious, tingling heat engulfing her body. She was being swamped by sensation, overtaken to the point where she couldn't hold it in anymore. Gina's climax crashed through her in waves of almost painful intensity, leaving her gasping and enervated. She didn't realise for several seconds that Hasegawa too was quivering between her legs, breathing hard, his forehead resting heavily against her shoulder. They lay together, unspeaking, regaining their collective breaths until the Deputy eased himself out of her with a soft sound of contentment.
"I can't stay," he stretched out on his side close to her, one hand resting idly over a soft breast. Gina heaved a sigh: no, it wouldn't do for the Deputy Chief of Police to be seen leaving his assistant's hotel room in the morning.
"Do you have to go right now?"
"I can spare a few more minutes." The deep rumble in his chest was an indication of humour, Gina knew, it'd taken her weeks to work that one out.
"Is that to recover? Or in total?" she smirked, rolling over onto her stomach. Gina arched an eyebrow. "Well?"
Hasegawa's gaze lingered on the woman's buttocks and the stirring glimpse of groin as she wriggled open her legs.
"Hm. Maybe half an hour then."
Gina chuckled breathlessly as her boss moved to kneel between her thighs, broad hands running down either side of her spine from neck to arse, and then to dip between her legs. She shivered.
"Half an hour, sir? I'll keep an eye on the time."
"Perhaps an hour." Hasegawa murmured, nipping lightly at her hip. "Hour and a half..."
Gina sighed happily as her boss pushed into her. It would've been nice if he could stay, she rather liked the idea of going to sleep surrounded by his warmth, but all in all he'd more than made up for last night's behaviour. Honour had been satisfied... and she hadn't even got to the chocolate yet.
© 2004 July 18th Lutra
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