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.
