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Takaba Akihito and Asami ryuichi's sexy bucket list by J_unleashed

chapter 5: hard at work

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Asami sat in his office, waiting for his next appointment.

"Sex on the clock"... engage in a sex act during normal business hours in my office, where I stand the risk of being discovered. I have some reservations about allowing such a thing to crossover into my professional life. It makes me wonder if he had this planned out ahead of time, or if this is his payback for what I did to him in the park.

Unfortunately, it wouldn't look good if I attempted to back out of it.

Molesting him at the park though... I wouldn't hesitate to repeat that one again.

After they had gotten home, they had a small discussion about their park adventures. Akihito was still upset about it. "And what happened in the limo afterwards...!"

"Didn't you like that as well?" Asami asked.

"NO! I found that disturbing. Oh wait... you mean when we did THAT," Akihito blushed slightly and smiled. "Yeah, I liked that part. No, I meant before that, when you..."

Suddenly, Akihito eyes widened. He ran over to where the bucket was on the shelf and grabbed one of the blank strips of paper and a pen that had been stored next to it. He quickly scribbled something down, and then folded it and put it in the bucket. He turned around and gave Asami a half-blush, half smirk.

So... something that happened in the limo gave him a new idea. This should be interesting.

At any rate, there were now two new slips in the bucket. Asami smiled at remembering how annoyed Akihito had been when he took an already written slip out of his pocket and slipped it into the bucket right after Akihito had put his in.

I have so many ideas...

Asami glanced at the camera that was partially hidden on the bookshelf. It was pointed at him and was currently recording. He frowned.

I have to admit, that is also something I'm not entirely comfortable with. An electronic record of what I am about to do could be dangerous if it were to fall in the wrong hands.

I'll let him view the recording once and then I'll destroy the memory card immediately afterwards. It wouldn't do to have something like that hanging around.

The intercom went off on his desk, interrupting his thoughts. "Sir, Otihika-san is here for your 3:00 meeting."

"Send him in."

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Otihika walked into the office and regarded Asami coldly. His manner was merely a facade however. If someone were to pop a balloon in the room, he would probably jump out of his skin.

"Otihika... have a seat please."

Otihika looked at the placement of the armless chair. It was directly across from Asami's but placed far back from the desk. Its position reminded him of the hot seat in an interrogation room.

Asami was watching him closely.

Studying him.

Otihika sat down and for an awkward moment, he didn't know what to do with his hands. He didn't want to fold his hands and place them in his lap because he thought that might make him appear to be submissive. He knew he was being set up to be intimidated, but he was determined not to let this man have his way. He finally settled for placing his hands to his side which made him appear to be stiff.