The CEO's Secretary

Push The Button

Push The Button

That evening you both were back at Majima's apartment, discussing the events of the meeting just gone and prioritising tasks according to their importance. While Majima was reading through contracts and commissions of what needed to be done regarding Kamurocho Hills, he was perched on the end of the kitchen island with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. It was an intense moment of work and the air was filled with the typing of your keys on your laptop. Echoing, each key pressed down after a thought, creating word, then two, then four.

Breaking the intense work was his phone ringing which sliced through the atmosphere. He almost didn't answer it. But then it continued ringing so he answered it.

"Hello?"

His face morphed into a a frown, the documents in his hand had been placed down and he was focused.

"When?"

"Ok."

"I'll be in Okinawa. I can close it on his behalf if that's what he wants."

"Alright. Lemme know otherwise I'll report back."

"Don't sweat it, Kashiwagi. Just call his lawyer. She's a pretty bird, she's used to our antics ain't she?" Majima then laughed and hung up.

You peered up from your glasses. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, we got some work to do."

There was a deal that Majima was looking to close in Okinawa. On behalf of The Chairman himself, even more so now since The Chairman was occupied. He had been taken by the police and for charges unknown to anyone. Kashiwagi, the clan captain, had informed Majima and it usually was due to worse case scenario. That was all. So that if something unexpected happened, the hierarchy moved up slowly.    

But Majima had some tricks up his sleeve.

And it had confused you because this of all places? The villa that you both were stationed in was nothing short of luxurious and thankfully you didn't have to be anywhere till tomorrow.

It was hot.

So you didn't waste time and wore as little as possible to climatise yourself.

Majima had insisted that just for today you don't do any work but rather enjoy yourself. And you called Nami and the orphanage to make sure she was okay before fully allowing yourself to do so.

This villa was not self catering and staff were on hand to make sure you were both seen and served. But you'd only see them if you went out of your way. Otherwise they remained out of the way and out of sight.

There was definitely a thick tension brewing itself like a hot cup of tea. You could feel the awkwardness in the silence between you both as you both retired to your bedrooms. Majima offered you to dinner but you declined. You wanted to spend time alone reading you lied.

You laid on your bed in a camisole, more specifically onto your side with your feet against each other reading a book which discussed the tirades of a city woman with multiple affairs. It was a sexy one.

In the room next to you Majima sat on the bed, having removed his suit and shirt, along with his tie. He was irritated by the heat, it caused him discomfort. In his head he pondered why you kept your distance. Usually you'd want to talk about the schedules. Yet....nothing.

You'd both arrived in Okinawa during the rain season. It was grey with warmth in the air. And eventually you both saw droplets against your windows till it turned into a rainstorm. Beating against the windows.

It was disbelieving. You didn't know what to say. But you remained where you were.

It felt odd not speaking. So Majima got up and put his pride on the shelf, proceeding to knock your door.

You let him in.

You didn't move.

"Are ya ok?" He asked from the doorway like a sad dog.

You looked up at him. "I am. Are you?"

You just wanted to keep this professional only. Nothing personal. Since Majima had toyed with your feelings, you wanted to leave him where he was in that department.

Majima bit his bottom lip. "Yeah, never been better." He left the door open and disappeared.

Meanwhile, he had a session with his tattoo artist to touch up the ink as it had faded; especially over his shoulders. And the size of his ink meant Majima was proud of it thus wanted to maintain it so a session was booked. The process was painstaking with the use of bamboo needles pushing the ink deep into the skin. It took hours and it was a pain Majima could never get used to. Nonetheless he lay still and didn't speak as the artist began working on the most painful part of the whole process.

You were so engrossed in your book that you didn't even notice someone was downstairs. It was getting good, she was now entertained with the big shot and she used her sexy aura to her advantage. Somehow you began feeling inspired...you could do the same.

'When he starts treating me like an option...i start treating him the same. Yet, i make myself even more sexy. I smell good, look good, he can't resist me. And that's when he runs back, begging for a piece of the cookie.'

You loved the idea of toying with Majima himself. He was certainly very dangerous but you didn't want your feelings played with and if that was going to happen then you could at least make sure he fucked you well enough. Despite being a reserved woman, or trying, you still loved the idea of having sex and it pleased you to no end.

You also had a slight affinity for anal. You wanted it so bad you could feel it. And you'd find a way to convince Majima to enjoy it too. The urge to feel him in every part of you was big. And you'd only tried anal partially once so this was entirely new for you and no doubt he would be convinced.

Putting the book down, you checked your appearance and tousled your hair before spraying your perfume. You smelt good, looked fresh and decided to pit patter downstairs.

When you saw Majima laid down with a man pressing a needle into his back consistently at a very regular rhythm, you decided you were going to strut around. Like a cat.

Majima opened his eye and followed you with it. He saw you disappear into the kitchen and saw you pour yourself a glass of water. It was warm and you wanted something cold.

What the heck is she doin'? He thought to himself.