Chapter 7 - Action & Graft

Sawako sat at the kitchen counter of her home and watched her Father play with Ayame. He looked absolutely thrilled. He threw a tennis ball across the room for her several times, but each time the corgi just ran over and mauled the ball like it were an invading past. Old man Hanazawa laughed hysterically at that, “N-no girl fetch the ball! Bring it back to me!” Inevitably he went over to pick the ball up himself and toss it the other way, starting the whole process all over again. 

The teen was happy her father liked the dog, but sometimes she almost felt like he was too permissive. The other day when she returned from Naohiro’s place the next morning he opened the front door for her and joked about her having a “Late night?” She of course lied about where she was, but he didn’t really try to explore deeper. She knew it was probably because he trusted her, but another side was frustrated by it. Her mother was always so strict growing up. Her father was always the soft spoken one, the one who’d let her get away with anything. The irritated side of her brain was scared she was wrong about him. She wondered if he let her do whatever he wanted because he didn’t care that much one way or another. Sawako sighed to herself. That’d be a conversation for another day. Her mind soon turned to Kiyoko, as it usually did. She’d seemed thrilled to take her dog home. Sawa wondered if the whole animal sanctuary thing was really just a guise for her to have more pets. That wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world she supposed. The teen wondered if there was a way she could help Kiyoko realize her dream. 

“Hey Pop, you had to go through a bunch of hurdles with licensing when you started up the organic farm set up we have now, right?” Sawako’s father looked up from the dog, with an arched eyebrow, “Who’s pop? I thought I was called Daddy? Damn- am I really getting that old?” Sawa went silent for a second. She didn’t like calling her father that anymore. After her experience with Naohiro, that would had a new loaded connotation. Even saying it in her mind made her feel pangs of guilt, along with a simultaneous urge to be fucked. She was pulled out of her recollection by his answer, “You bet I did. Those stooges down at city hall got purse strings tighter than a nun’s sphincter. They wouldn’t help me with nothin. Even after the fire.” He cursed under his breath before continuing, “No grants, no loans, not even a “hey thanks for trying!” Then there was the damned paperwork, god- so much paperwork. To be perfectly honest the only reason I was able to get my license was because I paid a bribe to one of the city officials.”

Sawako reeled. “I’m sorry- what!?”

Her father nodded. “I’m not proud of it, but I didn’t have no other way around it. The fees we gotta pay around here- they’re not normal. The guys down at city hall rack rates up to deliberately make it harder to pay. You go and ask’em about it and then all the sudden it’s, “Oh well- we can make those go away if you’re willing do us a little favor.”” Her father shook his head. “Bunch’a god damn snakes they are.” 

The teen was still trying to wrap her head around this development. Kiyoko had first told her she was trying to start her wildlife sanctuary months ago, but she’d been waylaid ever since. If what her father was saying was true, then most likely the people down at city hall were just giving her the run around to try and milk her for cash. She knew she had to tell Kiyoko what she’d learned when they met up at work. 

Another matter stuck out in her mind. “Pop, how did you pay them off anyways? It wasn’t like he had a lot of money back then?

He laughed, “Back then? Shit we still don’t have much now!” Clearing his throat he answered her question, as she’d responded to his joke with a serious look. “Er- well it’s like I said, we didn’t have much, but I did my best. I called in some favors with friends. I ended up giving forty pounds of salted pork belly, and a bottle of expensive aged Sake to a fat slime ball named Shimomura Roku. After that I got a letter in the mail saying my licensing had been approved.” 

Sawako sighed. All things considered delivering those kinds of goods wasn’t impossibly expensive, even for someone of modest means like herself. She knew Kiyoko was strapped for cash after buying Yuki but she hoped they’d be able to figure something out somehow. 

…

Kiyoko was pleased to find the new dog liked the state of her farm. No sooner than she let it out, it trotted over to Yuki’s pen and sniffed him curiously. The horse regarded it with similar interest, evidently having never seen a dog before. After they met one another Kiyoko led the dog into her home and showed him around. The poor thing stuck by her side the whole time, and appeared visibly nervous. “It’s okay boy. No one’s gonna hurt you here.” Eventually she showed him her bedroom and patted her hand on the mattress to see if she could get him to jump up. The dog hesitated, but after seeing her sit down on it before him, the creature put up it’s paws and climbed on beside her.

“This is where you’ll sleep from now on. I’ll always make sure you feel warm, and safe here.” She let him sniff her hand again before scratching behind his ears. Eventually the dog rest it’s head on her lap and dozed off to sleep. Kiyoko smiled, grateful for the trust it’d shown her. After the dog had drifted off into a deep sleep she got up and got herself ready for bed. Though the thought of welcoming her new friend with her body did tantalize her, she knew it was best not to rush him. When he was fully comfortable they could share her bed as lovers do. In the meantime she was glad just to keep him company. 

The next morning she put out food for her animal residents, said her goodbyes and headed into work. As she turned up Sawako was already looking very busy. “Ah- Kiyoko, a bunch of people are calling!?” The hurried over and joined her at the desk, taking a peek at the notes. Animals of all shapes and sizes were dropping where they stood showing obvious signs of a serious unknown illness. Kiyoko looked at the list of symptoms some of the callers had mentioned and suddenly paled her forehead with her hand. “Fuck- wait a minute, I’ve heard of this!?” Sawako looked concerned too, but just listened. Kiyoko got up and fetched a medical textbook from her office and flipped through it. “Yeah. Yeah- fuck this is definately it. I think there might be an algal bloom down in the river again. I’ve heard of this happening in other parts of Japan, but I didn’t know it could happen here.” The teen didn’t understand, “That’s what’s getting them sick?” Kiyoko shook her head, “Nah, it’s like a chain reaction. The algae grows when it’s especially hot, like now, and bacteria feed on it. That bacteria is dangerous for humans and animals, but treatable. I-” She stopped suddenly as she realized the magnitude of the job ahead of them. “Okay. First we need to go down to the affected areas and get medicine to the animals before their condition gets worse. It’s lethal if untreated. I’ll need you to take some pictures of the site, so we can show the city officials. If this is coming form some pond that all these people happened to visit that’s one thing, but if this is happening in the main river in town we need to have the city issue a public notice warning people to stay away from it. It’s not even safe to eat fish out of the water while an algal bloom event occurs.” 

Sawako blinked rapidly. “I- uh, wait, We?” She repeated. Kiyoko nodded. “Yeah this is definitely going to be a two person job. This could be a serious public health crisis if we don’t act quickly. I know it’s not conventional in this day and age, but if we go out there together you could serve as my apprentice, and assistant. I’d be happy to ask the regional office to get you overtime pay for the trouble, and speak to your school if you want additional work study credits. I uh- can’t handle this on my own, and I know I can rely on you. Are you willing to help me out on this?” 

Sawako felt like she was going to melt. Kiyo needed her. It felt good. So good. The teens heart palpated in her chest. This didn’t technically change anything. They were still just friends, but the fact that Kiyoko was willing to trust her with such a responsibility spoke to the depth of the bond they forged together. “Yes! Absolutely, I’d love that! Eh- d- do I need any special equipment? Should I gather my things?” Kiyoko shook her head. “Just bring a camera and we’re good, and leave my cell number on the answering machine while we’re out. If anyone else calls about sick animals we’ll need to go find them too.” Sawa nodded, and undertook the necessary steps. 

Before long the two women were speeding around town in Kiyoko’s truck. They went from one farm to another. At the very first stop they made a tragic discovery. Some sheep had been exposed to bacteria in the river, which had turned the water an unsettling bloody color. Many of the animals had become violently sick, and were immobilized as they arrived, one of the poor creatures even passed away after having only been first exposed hours earlier. Kiyoko administered a powerful antibacterial medication to the remaining animals before needed to hurry to the next location. Everywhere they went the results were the same animals either right on the edge of death, or dead already. Among the victims were cows, a cat, some dogs, even a few horses. Some parts of the river had become so noxious it had even killed the fish in the water, and sent them floating belly up to the surface, and washing up on the shore. When they’d visited all the sites on their list Kiyoko looked distraught when she got back in the car. Covering her eyes with her hand she cursed, and took a deep breath. Sawako had been so focused on the work of documenting everything that was going on she’d managed to detach herself emotionally from the jarring, and often gruesome sights in front of them. 

“Kiyoko?” The teen checked cautiously, extending a hand toward her mentor. When the older woman showed her face again it was clear she was struggling not to cry. Big dewey tears were welling up in both of her eyes, and her lip trembled. She took Sawako’s hand and held it. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t crack up like this… It’s just some days- some days this kinda work is real hard on ya. Everyone goes into this because they love animals, but you’re the one who’s got to be there for them when they’re suffering. You always do your best, but you can't always save them. Even after five years at this I’m still not used to it.” Sawako could hardly believe what she was seeing. For the entire duration they’d known one another, this was the most emotion she’d ever seen Kiyoko reveal. Furthermore she couldn’t help but sympathize. Everyone handles stress differently, sawa knew that all too well, thus she felt it was only natural to break down sometimes. “It’s okay. We did our best. That’s all we could do.” The teen soothed, before leaning in and wrapping her arms around her colleague. Holding her tight she rubbed the woman’s back and squeezed her tenderly. Kiyoko returned the hug gratefully, and lingered in Sawa’s arms for a long while. 

When they finally separated, Sawa asked, “Feeling a little better?” Kiyo nodded. “Yeah, thank you. I needed that.” The veterinarian hadn’t expected to find the embrace of another human so therapeutic in that moment, but was glad to be wrong this time. Wiping the tears from her eyes turned the key in the ignition and looked over at Sawako, who’d gone pink in the face, and crossed her legs as she sat. “Are you alright Sawa?” She asked, obliviously. Though sawa was only trying to be a good friend it was impossible not to get turned on being so close to the woman she adored. Kiyoko’s breasts were soft and huge. As their bodies pressed together sawa felt them deform against her chest. It sent shivers through her. Likewise she could smell the pleasant fragrance of the older woman’s shampoo on her hair; it was a botanical sort, maybe rose, but also with a hint of something else, vanilla maybe. She wanted to buy it, to bathe in it, and smell it again so she could think of her every time she showered. The secretary needed to cross her legs to hide her erection, which would have been particularly obvious considering she’d worn a skirt that day. Hoping to direct attention away form herself, sawa suggested, “Right well- we should probably head down to city hall shouldn’t we?” Kiyoko agreed and the two drove off. 

On their way over Sawa recalled everything her father had mentioned that morning. She wondered if it was an appropriate time to bring it up, and decided to take a chance. Recounting everything her father had shared to Kiyoko, the older woman let out a sigh, and squeezed the steering wheel a little tighter for a while. “Honestly I can’t even say I’m surprised.” The vet responded. “They’ve been giving me the run around for a whole damn year, hitting me with fees at every turn. This is just so… typical.” Kiyoko meant, “typical of humans” but she deliberately omitted the last part. 

“Do you think we should try to offer him a bribe? I mean- I know it’s kind of messed up, but you’re trying to do a really good thing for the animals, and for our town too. I think this world would be better off if you got to make your sanctuary. So you know- who cares how we get it done, as long as we get there eventually.” Sawako suggested maturely. Kiyoko listened, and weighed her options. Sawako made a good point. She didn’t care about the town much, but letting her pride get in the way of her mission was no good. “Maybe they’ll let me slide on account of this whole algal bloom thing. We might be saving a couple human lives by putting out a warning. Maybe they’ll cut me some slack.” The teen looked away. She doubted that would work, but said nothing about it. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask.” The secretary conceded. 

Before long the two of them turned up at city hall. It wasn’t a grand structure, nothing in town really was. It was an older building erected in the later 1800s back when this was a fur trading outpost. It still reflected the architectural tastes of that era, featuring a neo-classical western style exterior, but it had not been properly maintained since that period of time, like many things in this town. As a result it looked at first glance more like a ruin. One of the windows on the first floor was boarded up. There was a crudely installed wheel chair ramp up the stone steps, bit too was broken. Large brass letters reading, “CITY HALL” decorated the front door, but they’d gone dark green with verdigre, and were caked over on the top with bird shit. There was money set aside to refurbish the building- but for some reason those repairs never materialized. Now They both could guess why. 

As the went inside and ventured down the gloomy halls they were ushered past a secretary who, after a brief explanation, let them go about their business. The office of the mayor was a small room directly across from the much larger treasury office. The later dealt with things like licensing. Painted on the old wood and leaded glass door in small letting they spotted the mayor’s name misspelled in hand painted letters, “Ideda Ishi” it read, rather than “Ikeda” as it was properly spelled. Kiyoko could see him sitting at his desk with his hands folded across his chest, a lit cigarette still in his mouth. She knocked on the door a couple of times and called out, “Mayor. Ey- Mayor Ikeda, I need to have a word.” There was no response. Irritated, she looked at Sawako who shrugged. Kiyo tried the handle, and upon finding it unlocked entered with her colleague close behind. Ikeda was a thin man in his mid sixties with white hair and a walrus mustache. He appeared to be sitting up right at his desk, but as Kiyoko stepped closer she realized eyes were closed. “He’s sleeping?” Sawa asked, bewildered by the sight. Kiyoko nodded, “I’ve seen this before.” She beckoned for the teen to step out of the way, and went over to the door. At the top of her lungs she shouted, “HEY MAYOR!” Then slammed the door in it’s frame with a boisterous clamor. 

The mayor suddenly shot up to his feet, shoving back his chair as he stood, and soluted like a soldier at attention. “I wasn’t sleeping, sergeant! I was just resting my eyes, I swear!” Kiyoko and sawa stood there both looking amused. “Oh Sugai-san it’s only you. Sorry I was having a dream that I was back in the navy again. Ugh-” he groaned, before ashing his cigarette. Seeing it had burned half way down already he dashed it in an ashtray on his desk and lit another. The veterinarian introduced sawako, and explained, “Listen mayor, we’ve got some pictures you should see. There’s an algal bloom happening in the main river, you need to issue a warning. Tell everyone to stay away from it until the water turns back to normal.” The mayor accepted the camera and looked through the pictures with squeamish disgust. “This is just awful.” The mayor remarked. Sawako nodded. “We might have had so many tourists coming through this season. This is going to put a damper on business in town. Are you sure it has to come to that? Couldn’t we just tell them to stay away from the portions that are the worse effected?” Kiyoko gritted her teeth. Kiyoko took the camera and flicked over to the images of a sick horse, and then the dead fish in the water. “Mayor- if it’s bad enough to seriously sicken large animals that means it’s strong enough to kill a human. You need to shut it down.” The old man rubbed his face in frustration. “Fuck. I guess It can’t be helped. Alright- I’ll make some calls, and see that the word is spread.” With that the old man picked up the phone on his desk and waved his hand dismissively, telling them to leave. Kiyoko sighed, and got up, “C’mon Sawa.” It was clear by the mayor’s tone that he wasn’t overflowing with gratitude for the information they’d shared. As such it didn’t seem likely they’d be more willing to assist her with the licensing issues she’d encountered.  

When the two women returned to the hall Sawako looked across to the Treasury office on the other side. Kiyoko had already started walking. “Wait, Kiyoko-san!” Turning back she saw her counterpart lingering with her eyes set on the opposite door. “Leave it.” The teen tried to insist, “But you said you’d do whatever it took for the shelter-” She began, but Kiyoko waved a hand, cutting the girl off mid sentence. “I know what I said- I am prepared to do whatever it takes, but the first solution isn’t the only solution. I don’t want to stoop to dealing with men like this.” She looked around, visibly disgusted with the state of the building, and the character of the people in it. “I’ll find another way eventually.” Sawako clutched the collar of her blouse, and averted her eyes pensively. “Alright, fine. Er- but you go on ahead. I’ll catch the bus back. I need to speak to the treasurer about another matter?” Kiyoko raised a skeptical eyebrow, “What matter?” Sawa hadn’t thought of an excuse yet. “It’s nothing major really- Um- my father was just looking to make some additions to the winter barn on our plot, and he had some questions about the uh- zoning.” Sawako stammered. She wasn’t even sure she was using the right terms. Kiyoko just squinted, but eventually shrugged it off. “Alright, whatever. Um- I’m going back to the clinic to close up for the day. If you need anything, just gimme a call.”  Sawa nodded and the two parted ways. 

When she was alone she glanced back at the mayor’s office and saw he was once again back to sleep, which made her roll her eyes. The Treasurer’s door was covered in opaque frosted glass, and had a properly painted nameplate on it. Unlike everything else in the hall it actually looked well maintained, even somewhat luxurious. With a shaky hand she knocked on the door. A booming voice called from the other side, “Yeah? Come in!” 

Opening the door she stepped inside and saw the man she needed seated at a lavish stained wood desk on the other side. He sat with a napkin tucked into the lapel of his shirt, as he tucked into a plate of food someone had brought, rice, grilled potatoes, and a large cut of grilled chicken. He was tall and obses. Judging by his overall mass, and the robust size of the jowls on his face, Sawako approximated he was at least four hundred pounds or so. His oversized shirt and pants looked like they were part of an expensive suit, though he had the cuffs rolled up to his elbows as he ate. His lip was darkened by a pencil mustache, and his hair was died black, and slicked over with a copious amount of pomade. “Can I help you young lady?” He inquired, sounding slightly disturbed his early evening meal was suddenly being disturbed. 

The teen cleared her throat, “Um- actually yes you can.” Sawako had dressed well for the day, picking a cute outfit. She hadn’t expected it’d come in handy but now as she stood before him she knew it would. She took another breath and smoothed down the bottom of her skirt. The bottom of the garment only went down to her mid thigh. The rest of her legs were covered by lacy knee high socks. Her blouse had long sleeves, and a high collar, which exaggerated the slenderness of her figure. 

“I’m um- here about a matter for a friend.” She began while taking a step closer. Her eyes slowly met with the dark squinty pupils of the treasurer’s. He sat back in his chair, making it squeak under his weight. “And what friend would that be?” Sawako hesitated, knowing it would be better to say nothing. Kiyoko had specifically told her not to do this- but the girl still felt she had too. Sawako felt that Kiyo, in spite of her frequently gruff nature, was a good person. She probably could find another way to get approval for her project, but who knew how long it could take? With the people around here being like they were, it might have taken another year, or maybe another twenty, no one could say for certain. With that in mind she told the man whom she was referring too. 

The treasurer sneered distastefully. “Ooowh.” The man sat forward, and started spouting off some bullshit, “Sugai-san’s licence is still being processed. There were some errors in her paperwork, sections omitted, fee’s left unpaid. I’ve informed her that she’ll need to begin the application process again. There’s just no other way.” The girl walked around to the back of the man's desk, and leaned against it provocatively, letting her skirt rise a little higher up her thighs. The greasy man’s eyes darted down at her legs, and then back up at her face. He studied her, unsure of her intentions, but regarded her with curious interest. 

“Are you certain there’s nothing you can do? I heard that you were the man to speak to when it came to solving those kinds of problems.” She replied, making her voice sound extra sweet and girlish as she spoke. 

“I might be. I am familiar with the uh… Technical procedures of these things. I suppose I could help streamline the process, provided you, or she, were willing to hire me as a sort of consultant- on a per diem basis only of course.”

The girl let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh- that does sound wonderfully helpful, but the trouble is we really just don’t have too much money. We’d love to hire you, but presently we just can’t afford it. I don’t suppose you could take us on as a charity case. I might not have much in the way of cash- but maybe there’s some other way I could compensate you?” 

The man’s mouth twisted into a crooked grin as he contemplated the offer. “Ah- so that’s how it is.” His posture suddenly changed, the irritated wrinkles on his flabby face smoothed, as he regarded her anew. “So you wanna earn your keep the old fashioned way? Fine. It’s refreshing that a woman like you can appreciate the effect she has on men. It’s fitting you understand what you’re really good for.” Sawa did her best not to react. It was clear that the sleaze considered that a complement, which only underlined the type of bastard he really was. He gestured to his waist, and spread his legs. “Right. You want my signature? How’s about you get on your knees and suck my dick? Do that- and uh- we’ll call it a deal.” 

Sawako looked at him, and smiled enigmatically. Though she was sexually submissive by choice, in this instance, in spite of what the treasurer likely believed, she was the one in control. She had, from the moment he laid eyes on her, played him like a fiddle. This man was a ruthless money grubbing scoundrel. More than anything that was what he prized, but she, using her sexuality, had created a situation where she had leverage over him. The treasurer wouldn’t have been able to appreciate what she was doing, as he likely hated women too much to actually understand them, but the fact of the matter was Sawako had more control over him in this moment than he did over her. She’d still need to debase herself for him to accomplish her task, but Sawako was prepared to do that psychologically. Kiyoko meant more to her than anyone in the world. Her happiness was something she prized above all else. As such there was no limit to the degradation she was prepared to endure if it meant her treasured friend could achieve her dreams. Even if Kiyoko herself objected, Sawako wouldn’t stop. Whether that was obsession, or love, the teen couldn’t say. 

Stepping foreward the young women reached out and took the man’s belt, unbuckling it without fear. “I’m not leaving here until you sign that paper.” She insisted, while pulling down his zipper. The man snickered over-confidently. “Yeah- yeah. You do good and I’ll think about signing it- but don’t act all high and mighty with me sugar. You can’t make me do nothing.” Rebutting him she grinned, assuring, “Oh- yes I can.” 

Sinking to her knees she curled her fingers around the waist of his slacks and gave them an aggressive tug down his thighs. He exclaimed excitedly, and shifted, allowing her to pull them away. Rather than removing his boxers she took the elastic and pulled it away, letting the waistband tuck under his dick and balls. As she first saw what he was packing he let out an arrogant chuckle. To her surprise the treasurer was huge. Had it not been for the experience with Naohiro she might have been stunned to see it. Now though, it seemed like just another cock. Likewise she couldn’t help but wonder if she was the only person in town who hadn’t been graced with a freakishly oversized donger. Just as she got a proper look at it the stench hit her. She recoiled immediately. It was horrible, like walking past an olympic swimming pool full of nothing but sweat piss and vingare. It took an effort of will not to immediately dry heave. The physical appearance of it was no less disgusting. The man’s midsection was blubbery, overshadowed by his hairy blimp of a gut. He had so much fat she couldn’t even clearly see it’s root. It looked like a thick post jutting up from a black cushion of human fat. Curling her fingers around it she found his flesh wrinkled, and leathery. Though he was pale everywhere else his dick was ashy and dark as an armpit. His foreskin rode so high up his shaft it almost looked like he suffered from phimosis but as he started jerking him off, and watched it move, she saw that wasn’t the case. Built up over his plump helmet head tip was a disgusting film of thick off white smegs that smelled so putrid it made her eyes water. He laughed maliciously, aware of how disgusting he was. The treasurer began raising his hand with the intention of slapping it down on the back of her head to force her to blow him, but Sawako had other plans. Moving quicker than he could she dove down, putting her mouth right over it. The taste was indescribably disgusting, but she didn’t care. Inhaling hard through her nose she forced her head down on his massive length immediately pushing in four, then five, then seven, wide inches of his hard dick. When her lips touched his rank sweaty nuts she held it in, letting it abrate the back of her throat. Placing her hands on his thighs she tried to force her head down harder still, turning and writhing his tip against the inside of her throat. He groaned, clearly surprised by the sudden aggressive handling, and slapped his hands down on the arms of his chair to steady himself. After twenty agonizing seconds, when Sawako’s face had started going a deeper shade of red, she pulled it all the way out, her mouth full of spittle and filth, and in a defiant gesture spat the lot of it onto the bottom of his expensive shirt. 

The man balled a fist and slammed it onto the chair, “Hey! Watch it you fucking bitch!” The sleaze hollered. Sawa looked up at him then cradled his tip against her lips, giving it a playful kiss, before shaking her head, “No.” Before he could issue another word she put it back in and rammed her head down on it as hard as she could. She retched loudly, both from the awful taste, and the violence of her movements. Each time she lifted her head she nearly pulled his member all the way out before jamming it all the way back in. She leaned her weight down onto him, pressing him down into the chair with her full body weight. The result was a bizarre inversion of a porn style face fuck. He wasn’t fucking her mouth, she was swalloing his dick, and there was precious little he could do about it. He began to writhe, gritting his teeth, trying to hold her head up, or obstruct her movement’s with his hands, but she swatted them out of the way as she struggled. “Uuugh- Fuck- S-Slow Down!” She didn’t, once more rebelling against his request by seizing him by the balls and fondling them aggressively with her fingers. “Aaaagh- That Fucking Hurts!? What Are You Doing- You Fucking Crazy Bitch!?” Sawako smirked mischievously, looking up at him as she abused his nethers, when she suddenly received a heavy back slap across her face. It was the hardest hit she’d ever taken, nearly sending her doubling backwards.The whole room flashed white as pain washed through her body. Lingering behind the roceful slap was a dull throb, and a fresh bruise right below her eye. “You’re supposed to suck it- not devour it you dumb slut where’d you learn to-” she interrupted his protest by lurching back up and balling a fist over the tip of his cock. She squeezed it until her knuckles went white, giving him a taste of his own medicine. 

“You listen to me Shimomura Roku! If you don’t sign off on those papers before I walk out of this office I’m going to turn you into a Eunich.” He gawked, hardly believing his ears. Channeling the inner sadist she didn’t know she had within her the teen started twisting his foreskin, indian burning his dick. “I think I asked you a question mister.” The girl prodded threateningly. 

“Alright! Alright! Take it easy! I’ll sign it, just don’t do anything hasty now.” 

She squeezed his nuts as he begged, gladly making him suffer. “Better get a pen, you pig.” Without releasing him he leaned forward and rummaged through his desk drawers in a panic. In no time he produced the necessary document, and hastily scribbled his signature on the dotted line at the bottom. “There! There! It’s done! I did it! Just go easy on me!” He whimpered rechidly. Sawako loosened her grip on him, but didn’t let go all together. Though she’d gotten what she wanted, she found herself riding on a new kind of high. Thus far in her life she’d always fantasized being on the receiving end of rough treatment. Now that she was dolling it out, she could see the appeal of it. She felt powerful. Though it had began with him abusing her, now she was the one abusing him. 

“Good boy.” She remarked condescendingly. “Now- do you still want me to “be of use.”” She asked, quoting her earlier derogatory remark. “I might let you cum if you be a good boy and beg me like the nasty little worm you are.” She demanded with cruel relish. 

The treasurer buckled under her pressure. He was all bluster. When confronted by someone he couldn’t manipulate he cowered, and reverted to the miserable sycophantic creten he really was deep down. “Y-yes! Please! My dick hurts- I just wanted to cum- this was all just a bit of fun, I never meant to insult you-” She stopped his sniveling lies by forcing two fingers into his mouth. Jamming her middle and ring finger down his throat like how she’d swallowed his cock she egged him on, beating his dick off as she chastised him, “How does it feel? Huh? You like choking on it like that? Does that make you feel sexy?” The treasurer writhed, desperately trying to pull away as she gagged him with her fingers. Meanwhile his dick was hard as a rock, dribbling pre-cum onto her hand like leaky valve. Pulling her hand from his mouth she used his own spittle like lubricant before stroking him with both hands. She moved fast, working him up and down with lightning quickness. Her hands made a loud, “Fap-fap-fap” noise as they collided with his blubbery belt line. 

“Uuugh- I- UHNN-” He bellowed as she forced him past his limit. His cock erupted volcanically. Spraying cum into the air like a geyser. She lurched back, avoiding the lot of it, save for the residual slime that secreted onto her hands as she slowed to a finish. He panted, seemingly on the verge of fainting. Though Kiyoko didn’t know him well, she judged by his reaction that he’d come harder than usual. She wasn’t surprised the degenerate liked it. Flexing her hand she opened her palm, letting his cum dribble between her fingers, before grabbing his shirt, pulling him near and slapping him forcefully across the face. His cum smeared all over his greasy disgusting mug. She wiped what little remained onto his shirt then got up off of her knees and grabbed the paper form his desk. 

Still panting the secretary stared up at the ceiling. “T-that- I- That was incredible!” Disgusted sawako waved a dismissive hand and walked to the door. 

“You disgust me Shimomaru.” He looked like he wanted to say something more, but she cut him off, “Reassess your fucking life.” The teen concluded authoritatively, before stepping out and slamming the door behind her. Clutching the writ in hand like a trophy she walked out of the office proudly. 

As Sawako rode home on the bus later that day she stared down at the paper and let her mind wander. She’d done so much to get it. Now that she had it she didn’t immediately know what to do with it. If she sent it too soon Kiyoko would figure out she intervened. If she sent it too late, or failed to send it at all, than she’d have subjected herself to that ordeal for nothing. Thinking on it made her sigh. She wouldn’t be able to decide that day, though she knew the answer would reveal itself soon. Closing her eyes she held the paper close to her chest and thought of the possibilities it represented. Kiyoko could have what she wanted. Giving her that alone, no strings attached, was amenable to Sawa, but she held out a few selfish desires as well. Kiyoko had changed the teen’s life, as both a role model, and an idol. Now sawa could return the favor materially. Kiyoko had said she wasn’t interested in relationships or sex, but Sawa didn’t believe her. The veterinarian was a stickler for honesty expression, and had inspired a similar respect in Sawako. As such the teen felt she knew when she was being lied to. Kiyoko was a sexual creature. It was impossibly evident. She radiated an eroticism so powerful that everyone she met was influenced by it. With that in mind, the teen’s infatuation endured. She hoped somehow she would earn her friend’s truest love. 

Looking down at the paper she kissed it, pouring all her hopes, and desires into the gesture. “Soon.” She promised, before resting her head against the window of the bus, and riding home in silence. 