Slut Girl

Slut Girl 1: Sayoko Walks Out

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

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It was another average day at work for Sayoko Bizen.

She worked at the Teichu General Trading company headquarters as a secretary to one of the company's executives, typing forms, filling out work, and other hard work that went unnoticed. She hated her job.

She patted some ash from her smoking cigarette and sighed as she glared at her computer screen. The pay was decent, but the work was boring and uninspired.

Sayoko was gorgeous. At twenty-two she stood a tall 5' 10", with a slim, curvy waist and a set of breasts that made men turn their heads. She had lovely dyed silver hair in long bangs that fell to her neck, with perfectly tanned skin and deep blue eyes. She was smarter than she looked, and quite the upstart bitch if angered.

But she was good at her work; she'd landed a decent job at marketing for Teichu before being called in a week ago for Kenji Sato, the president's son. Her biggest problem was her co-worker.

Sayoko was 'working' on a game of Tetris silently, smoking carefully, when she heard the sounds of cute moans and cries of pleasure in the next room. She wanted to bang her head on the desk.

"God damn, that cunt is at it again." She sighed. Her co-worker, Michi Higo, was a cute 'private' secretary of Mr. Sato's. It was no secret in their office that Michi was fucking the guy for success.

"Yeah, I know she's doing it for the money," she grumbled, "but shit, she fucks like a mink!" The sounds of yelps and giggles were undoubtedly those of Michi getting ready for a fucking.

Sayoko cringed at the thought. Mr. Sato was definitely not very attractive. He was portly and dumb as a box of rocks. Sayoko could only guess his prick was less than six inches. She didn't want to know any more about it, but goddamn it, she heard it.

Inside the office, Michi was squealing in delight. She was bent over her boss's desk, her skirt and panties splayed across it, her bra open. Sato squeezed them hungrily as he slid his throbbing cock into her slit.

"Oh god, yes!!" she cried, moaning in ecstasy. She whimpered as he began to pound her from behind, his pants to the floor. "Oh... but sir! We... oh! We really shouldn't! Oh! What if someone catches us?? Oh god!" She mewed as the large Mr. Sato rammed her dripping pussy. He chuckled awfully.

"That just turns me on even more, Michi!" he cried. He grunted as he squeezed her heart-shaped ass. Michi arched her back as he fucked her hard.

Sayoko rolled her eyes from outside.

"'Oh, we really shouldn't!' Hah!" she laughed. "Give me a break, bitch! What a fuckin' laugh. Coming in here like that every lunch like some damn 'pussy delivery girl.'" She took a drag from her cigarette as the moans and groans of rough sex emanated from the next room.

"Friggin' chairman's useless kid...joins the company as an 'Executive VP,' Hah!" She laughed mockingly again. She couldn't stand it. Michi was a bitch, but Sayoko was an even bigger one. "Just screws around all day, and do the directors do anything about it? Fuck no," she glared at her computer screen, as if it were listening attentively to her as it cleared three rows in her 'work' on Tetris. "They're too busy sticking their noses up his ass to notice. He sleeps through meetings, can't understand the contracts...shit, he can barely sign his own fuckin' name." She sighed. "And so, of course, all his work ends up on my desk."

It was true. She'd been doing nearly all of his work for him, and her salary was only a fifth of his. She felt gypped. "Shit, once those bad contracts start coming in, they're gonna have to do something."

After only a few minutes, Michi slowly came out of his office, sighing and straightening her black, wavy hair and fixing her bangs. She wore a slutty tiger-striped blouse under her jacket.

"Damn, it's fuckin' amazing that she can take that tub of lard's smelly little dick in her mouth." Sayoko said, continuing to gripe. She hadn't noticed Michi, who flinched at the comment. Sayoko continued with her complaining. "And then pretending he's taking advantage of her? Heh, my vote for Actress-of-the-Year goes to Michi Higo in 'I Fucked the Boss's Fat-ass Son!'" At this point, a highly irritated Michi chimed in.

"You're talking to yourself again, Ms. Bizen, dear." She said angrily. She turned and smirked, crossing her arms. "Bent out of shape because you can't get on the gravy train? Hmph! Give me a break!"

Sayoko turned, taking another drag from her cigarette. "C'mon, girl. You know that porker's hit on everything female in the whole fuckin' company." She glared, mumbling. "You're just the only one who could stomach him." This set Michi off. She snarled and eyed Sayoko angrily.

"Why you! You may think you can push me aside just because you're his secretary, but you are wrong...so, so wrong!!" she yelled. Sayoko stared blankly.

"You don't get it, do you? I wouldn't suck his dick if he came gold nuggets!" She declared sardonically. Michi took it the wrong way.

"You listen to me, Sayoko Bizen! Mr. Sato is TOTALLY hooked on me!! He says he can't make it through a single DAY without fucking me! So you don't stand a chance, you cheap SLUT!" Sayoko could only grin evilly.

"Funny, that's what all his other fuck girls say, too." She snickered smugly. Michi was furious. Needless to say, she stormed off in a rage. However, her comments got Sayoko thinking about her job as secretary.

"Still...why'd they move me to this job last week? I kinda liked marketing," she said to herself. "I don't remember messing up that bad. I mean, I know I have an attitude problem, but yeesh!"

The next day, Sayoko finished her daily gruel of work. At the stroke of five, she slung her coat over her back and turned to the door leaving Mr. Sato's office. "Five o'clock, boss. I'm outta here."

"Whoa! Wait a sec, Sayoko," he called, raising a hand. She stopped and turned. "How about a drink on the way home, eh? I know a great little place," he said with a smirk on his fat lips. Sayoko flinched.

"You fat fuck...you get here after lunch, and you've got the nerve to leave a five?? Your balls are bigger than your dick!" she thought to herself. She turned away and rolled her eyes. "No thanks," she said. Mr. Sato was surprised.

"Hey, hey, c'mon babe, I'm your boss, remember?" he said coolly. Sayoko turned around again to face him. "After I saw you in marketing, I got Pops to move you over here, and I can get you a big raise, too, if you just," he chuckled awfully, "be 'nice' to me!" Sayoko wanted to gag on her cigarette. She should've known. She also couldn't believe he was only 25 and as fat and ugly as he was, puffing and sweaty and covered in acne.

He slowly slid his hands around her from behind, sliding up her sides to her lace bodice she wore under her jacket, rubbing her breasts slowly with his pudgy fingers. Sayoko bit her lip, watching him carefully.

"I've been attracted to you for a long time, Sayoko!" he said hungrily. Sayoko cocked a brow.

"Why me? You're not hunting for girls are you? You even got 'daily room service.' She asked. Michi was his fuck girl after all.

"That dog? She's after me, not the other way around! I only blow my wad in her to make you jealous!" he smirked as he rubbed against her from behind. She could feel his unimpressive erection grinding against her. "C'mon Sayoko! If you'll play along, you might find it to your...advantage." He slid his hands down slowly to her firm athletic thighs, covered by satin hose and a skirt which he was trying to lift. "If you want money, I can cook the department's books and get you all you want. You won't even have to come into work...I can get you a little place just around the corner. C'mon! I've seen the way you dress. You want it, you sexy little slut!" he whispered huskily into her ear as his fingers ran along her thin satin thong.

Sayoko, completely turned off by everything he was up to, was at an inner conflict. "This guy's so fuckin' dumb I could really gut the bank and dump all the blame in his lap." She sighed.

"I'm not like that fuckin' whore Higo, but it's still a pretty attractive scenario, I gotta admit." She groaned uncomfortably as he began to peel her clothes off.

"Screwing this asshole would be Puke City, but I could reel him in slow, get some decent clothes, jewelry...maybe a car." She went over the pros and cons carefully. "All that, plus whatever I could get out of the company...shit, I could be suckin' down mai-tais in Maui for the rest of my life..."

Suddenly, her thoughts were cut short as he slid off her bodice, thong, and dress in one swift motion to her ankles. She yelped, wide-eyed. "HEY! What the fuck?! I was still thinking it through, pal! Damn, I thought you were a total loser, but it looks like you're good at one thing, anyway!" Her boss only chortled through his nose.

Again, with a surprise, the door to the office swung open, with a cheerful Michi stepping in. "Yoo-hoo, Kenji baby! I found this most darling, intimate little bar, and it's Friday night! Let's go there and—" she paused when she turned on the light. Her cheer was stopped short when she saw a horny Mr. Sato trying to bury his face into a struggling Sayoko's boobs, leaning back on the desk.

"'Go there and...' and what? Get him drunk and drag him to a hotel? Is that your fiendish 'master plan'...?" Sayoko said cynically as she shoved her portly boss off her. Michi was coming apart at the seams, and she soon erupted.

"YOU THIEVING ALLEY CAT!!" she shouted, grabbing at Sayoko, who only snarled back at her.

"FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!" Sayoko yelled back as she fought them off. Suddenly, a plan sparked into her head as Michi turned her anger to Mr. Sato, who was fumbling with the both of them. She scrambled onto the office PC and uploaded the office intranet webcam system. Turning it on, she turned the cam to the arguing pair. "Get OFF me!" she yelled, and with a swift kick she knocked them off and ran for the door. "I'm outta here! Have fun!" Mr. Sato called out to her.

"No! No! Sayoko, my love! Come back!" he shouted. This only made Michi madder.

"COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN, YOU COWARDLY BITCH!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. But, too late, Sayoko was gone. She heaved in anger as Mr. Sato calmed down.

"Aw, gee whiz," he sighed. Michi scowled.

"Sir! You mustn't even touch that slut! I'm sure she has all kinds of awful, disgusting diseases!" she cried, trying to reassert his horny focus on her. It worked for the most part.

"Well, fuck, I guess you'll have to do, today... I'm kinda bored with you though..." he whispered. Michi growled at him, fist clenched.

Sayoko, wearing only her black thong, her hose, and her high-heels, huffed away from the office. Several wide-eyed office workers watched her as she took a long drag off her cigarette.

"Well, I guess it's time to move on," she grumbled. She didn't mind the pay here, either. It was a shame. Walking past the offices, she spotted a man leaving for home with suitcase in hand and a jacket folded over his arm. She called to him and he stopped, glaring at her perfectly tanned body and round, 32-DD tits. "Hey you! Gimme some paper, an envelope, and something to write with. And, uh, your coat, too."

"Yes ma'am!" he shouted. A crowd of office workers, mostly male, had gathered around behind her to gaze at her tanned ass and breasts. She growled and turned.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! If you're gonna stare, you can fuckin' PAY ADMISSION!" she screamed. This sent them scurrying away as the man she'd stopped complied with her requests. She pulled on the coat, wrote something down on the paper, and dropped it on her desk before leaving the building.

Meanwhile, Michi and Mr. Sato had definitely made up. She finally forgave him for wanting to sleep with Sayoko, and had decided to give him a blowjob as a reward for not leaving her. She was a good cocksucker, but he was totally inadequate in size. Not that she cared. She got herself wet by fingering herself until she leaned back on the desk and he pounded her for all she was worth. Of course, he came early, spraying his spunk over her round, hot breasts and firm stomach, but she fingered her clit hard enough to come quickly afterward, screaming his name.

Sayoko sighed and looked up at the office building, taking a final drag from her cigarette before flicking it away. She put her hands into the coat's pockets, which shielded most of her perfect body.

"That place paid pretty good, too...bummer," she grimaced. She'll just have to find another job elsewhere. She was just about to turn to go when she saw Michi storming out of the front doors. She arched an eyebrow curiously.

"Hey, what's up? Going home all alone?" she asked. Michi glared at her, folding her arms.

"Hmph! Saw your letter of resignation on your desk. I hope you don't mind, but I made a copy for myself." She looked Sayoko over, oddly. "Never seen a female 'flasher' before." Sayoko glared at her. "That way, all I needed to do was change the name."

"No shit? Why'd you wanna quit? Thought he was your meal ticket!" Sayoko mused coldly. Michi flared in anger, about to bite Sayoko's head off.

"What are you TALKING about, you stupid fucking COW?! You broadcast us having SEX over the entire company intranet! Thanks to you, there was uncut, hardcore porn running live to everyone from the PRESIDENT to the MAILROOM!! Even if you're the chairman's son there's NO way you can get away with something like that! He's fired, I'M fired, and that's the END of my golden ride, isn't it?!" she fumed. She seemed more mad at the whole situation than Sayoko at this point. "God, I hated that tub of lard!" She cried. Sayoko sighed and turned, walking down the street with her.

"Hmph! Thanks to you, I've got to track down another rich sucker! It's hard work, you know!" Michi grumbled. Sayoko rolled her eyes.

"I don't get it, Michi. If you've got that much drive, why not just get a real fuckin' job?"