/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Bazette is one of those girls that works in next to me at my part-time job as my manager. She’d go to my school but she was never in any of my classes so I didn’t know her well. Turns out, she was a super TYPE A personality. I’d think she was a lesbo at first because she always wore suits and had kind of short hair and kept gloves on 24/7 like some dom or something. She’d boss me around and always stare at me with those cold eyes of hers but I’d know it was for my own good. Schedules, schedules, schedules was her every other word. I’d think she was a major ass cracker until she invited me (ordered me more like) to lunch with her, and congratulated me on my good work. She’d blush and say that I shouldn’t expect any more praise from her, but hot damn, I saw a side of her no one would ever see. After that we’d talk more casually to each other until one day when I was closing shop, out of fucking no where she would push me to the wall and then kiss me. I’d hesitate and be all shocked for all of .001 seconds and then I’d let her rape me. She’d blush afterwards and stammer and apologize but then we’d do it every night, on the hour. We’d start dating and she’d show me how vulnerable she really was, and how her old boyfriend (some tard named kotomine) dumped her. I’d comfort her and slowly would melt her icy personality.