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“M-Ms. Takanashi, please…” you moan out pitifully, writhing in the Phoenix’s grip. She nibbles your ear roughly in response as she fondles you from behind, below your clothes…in the middle of the goddamn kitchen, your coworkers doing everything they can to ignore you. Some sweat, others blush. None come to your aid. The lusty firebird merely presses her breasts into your back in response, teeth tugging at your helix as you shakily attempt to continue to work. Kiara’s grown bold with your little arrangement. It’s gone beyond The Usual Room, now. No, everyone – even those ignorant to what Kiara Takanashi is really like – knows about you and her now. The past few days have been terrible: evolving from one less-than-pleasant occurrence per day into eight hours of sexual torture. This was already the third time today. “Keep struggling for me,” Kiara whispers cruelly, her hand softly massaging your erection. “It’s such a fucking turn on. Do you like being watched like this? Because I do.” Her hand squeezes you just a bit harder and you let out a shuddering groan. The girl working the line next to you visibly flinches upon hearing you, doing her best to hide her incredibly flushed face. Kiara giggles. “She’s had a crush on you for a while now,” she coos. “And it feels so good to flaunt my dominion over property in front of her.” You grit your teeth. “I-I’m not your property, Ms. Takanashi!” you spit. Kiara’s hand stops, and the man working across from you physically turns his head back, staring at you in wide-eyed horror.

“Oh?” Kiara begins. The lust is gone from her voice, now. Replaced with cold fury. “Such insubordination…and I thought we had come such a long way in our relationship.” Slowly, she retracts the hand from your uniform trousers, and sweat rolls down your forehead. Mounting arousal is replaced with fear. “M-M-Ms….Ms. Takanashi, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect…” you weakly mutter. Slowly turning your head just enough, you can see why your coworker was so terrified. Kiara stares at you – almost through you – as you speak. Her face is devoid of all emotion but contempt. Quickly turning away from you, she crosses her arms behind her back. “Take him to the Usual Room, please.” She says. A few moments of silence pass before she turns, face filled with fury. “That means you, you fucking slackers! Take him to the Usual Room! Now!”

Two coworkers leap from fear as they quickly scramble over to you. You attempt to struggle as you’re grabbed before you could parse the appropriate response, but more join in on your restraining. It takes six people to force you down the hall. None of them utter a word, but you hear one of them sniffling. The door is opened as you’re thrown inwards, stumbling as you poorly attempt to catch your balance, ultimately ending up face first on the floor. Kiara quickly comes in behind your ‘guards’. “Good,” she says, face still filled with contempt. “Now get the fuck out of here. I have disciplinary action to take.” The men quickly funnel out of the room, and the door slams shut.

Kiara wastes no time in quickly stripping her top off, her pert breasts spilling out into the open as you finally turn on to your back, anxiety welling up in your chest. “Look here, slut,” She spits with an almost palpable layer of venom, stomping over to you as you attempt to scramble backwards. “Just because you’re a good piece of fuckmeat doesn’t mean you get to talk back to me like that. You work for me. I own you. I sign your fucking checks. I can spit in your mouth and you’d be expected to swallow it.” Your back hits the wall as she leans down, grasping you by your uniform shirt collar. With a terrifying amount of strength, she pulls you up to her, staring at you through half-lidded, cold eyes. “Do you understand me? You’re mine.” She speaks, still in that same cold tone. “We can keep playing nice, or I can just take what I want from you. I can ruin you in this town. No one would hire you here, ever again. Do you want that?” You shrink in her grasp. “No, Ms. Takanashi! I don’t!” you cry out. Kiara’s face of contempt instantly erupts into the lecherous smirk you’re used to. She quickly sets in, kissing you deeply as she presses her bare chest to yours.